| It’s a place where greater men than I have gone
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| And I know my chance will come before too long
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| To break the chains throw my soul to the wind and rain
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| To leave behind the light that burns until dawn
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| If you want to taste the wine you gotta go
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| At black midnight it’s something we all know
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| The end of the line is a place that we’re all going to find
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| You can meet it on your feet or on your knees
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| That old open road is fighting for your soul
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| It’s gonna keep on pushing you to decide
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| Between what is and what may never be
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| From yourself there’s no place left to hide
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| There are chances that you’ll wait for years to see
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| And places where you’ll wish for years to be
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| And while you’re gone you may find your chance has come and gone
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| You’ll chase the wind forever desperately
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| What keeps a man from chasing down his dream
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| And what keeps that dream from ever being what it seems
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| At black midnight it keeps him there until the light
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| While that highway keeps calling out his name
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| That old open road is fighting for your soul
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| It’s gonna keep on pushing you to decide
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| Between what is and what may never be
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| From yourself there’s no place left to hide |