| Behind me, a caravan weighed down
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| With bad dreams and ghosts of apologies
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| There’s no room, no room inside
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| For a hitcher with a suitcase of pride
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| Before me, a stallion pulls like the moon
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| Sun through the trees tells me I’ll be there soon
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| The wind cries, 'cause she saw me crying
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| About the times I find myself lying
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| I must have fallen by the wayside
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| The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride
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| Give me a sign in your direction
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| And show me to road to your soul
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| Unhitch the wagon 'cause it hinders me
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| I’ll hitch my skirts up and go carelessly
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| Barefoot and riding bareback
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| Wind in my hair, it feels like honesty
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| I must have fallen by the wayside
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| The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride
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| Give me a sign in your direction
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| And show me to road to your soul
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| I must have fallen by the wayside
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| The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride
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| Give me a sign in your direction
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| And show me to road to your soul
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| To your soul, to your soul
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| Give me a sign in your direction
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| And show me to road to your soul
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| Close the chapter on a journey…
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| Burn the book and give me sanctuary
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| In your arms it feels like…
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| In your arms it feels like…
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| It feels like home |