| You were the wheel-man one early morning
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| Dreamweavers chasing fears from the dark
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| I put my head down, you talked till sunrise
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| Deep in her dark eyes, leaving your mark
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| I walked in sunshine, you chose the shadows
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| I burned and blistered, you cooled me down
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| Tell me your troubles -- Gunsmoke and Whisky
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| -- Guitars and old cars the next time around
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| You chose the mountains, I worked the cities
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| Both of us asking the same things from life
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| Back in the old days, I tried the quick way
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| Now in the slow days, you feel the knife
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| Think of the strangers that we’ve seen smiling
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| Think of the lovers that we’ve seen crying
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| Sing all the songs that we sang to each other
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| Old friend and brother, for you and I
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| You wandered your road, I ran in circles
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| We’ve walked together too short a way
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| Tell me you’re happy -- Gunsmoke and Whisky
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| -- And I’ll be the wheel-man, just for today
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| Sing for the strangers that we’ve seen smiling
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| Sing for the lovers that we’ve seen crying
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| Sing all the songs that we sang for each other
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| Old friend and brother, before we die
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| Old friend and brother, for you and I |