| Money can’t buy back that ʼ64 Falcon that you sold in your 20s and then
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| regretted it was gone
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| Because you thought it contained some meaning or some answers to a life that
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| you never bothered to question or even take a good close look at
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| And it broke your heart to see how it had been so important from the feeling of
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| the steering wheel to the rubber on the road and now it’s grown to unrealistic
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| proportions in your mind
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| Now you’re in your 50s why can’t you forget how the chrome bumpers shined in
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| the sun
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| If you could just go back even for a minute you could forget how you don’t ven
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| know what it was you’ve lost
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| Why do you always feel so empty in spit of all you have
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| Were those feelings you remember even real
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| And were they honestly about some junky old Falcon
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| Or any other thing that you could own
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| Because now it’s all so stale and you feel so very old
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| Like you’ve taken all your chances and tossed them all aside
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| For some stupid piece of metal like shiny bits of trash
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| That line the stolen nest of a greedy neighborhood crow
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| So you drive back to your hometown to visit with your past
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| But nothing looks the same anymore
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| Except you can see all that you squandered while you were shining all that
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| chrome
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| You were handed all you needed without cost
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| But you were too blind to see it and you took it all for granted
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| And now you wanna complain
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| Tell me just what was it that you’ve lost
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| And now you start to panic and your gas is running low
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| And you need to find some meaning before you’re stranded on the road
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| And when the engine finally dies near a soybean field at dusk
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| You just sit and watch the sunset turn the entire sky to rust
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| Turn the entire sky to rust
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| Turn the entire sky to rust |