| The strange lonely whistle of the distant movin' train
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| Breaks the silence of the gray winter skies
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| As I walk with my belongings down the road I’ve never seen
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| While the bitter wind brings teardrops to my eyes
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| Oh where will I be when tomorrow wakens me
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| Am I looking for a dream I’ll never find
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| Will I ever be the man I want to be
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| Or forgotten footprints in the sands of time
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| As I’m walking down the road my thoughts keep running back to you
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| And I hope it’s in your heart to understand
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| Though you never made me sorry for the love I gave to you
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| I’m just sorry that I’m not your kind of man
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| Oh where will I be when tomorrow wakens me
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| Am I looking for a dream I’ll never find
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| Will I ever be the man I want to be
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| Or forgotten footprints in the sands of time
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| Oh where will I be when tomorrow wakens me
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| Am I looking for a dream I’ll never find
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| Will I ever be the man I want to be
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| Or forgotten footprints in the sands of time |