| It was one am when this bus left the station
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| It sure has been a long time headed west
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| For my life just couldn’t stand more complication
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| I had to do what I knew was best
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| And a morning on a greyhound isn’t pretty
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| The sunrise cuts into the dreams of night
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| Long shadows make the shape of some city
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| The bus keeps rumbling till it’s out of sight
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| Through the window of this bus I see the prairies
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| Through the window of this bus I see the early morning dew
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| But it’s when I close my eyes that I see clearly
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| Through the window of my mind I see you
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| (ooooo)
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| It’s 9 am when we pull into ___
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| Stiffly climb out down onto the ground
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| I hail a cab, the last part of this travel
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| Not sure if I’m lost or I am found
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| Through the window of this cab I see the mountains
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| Through the window of this cab I see the early morning dew
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| But it’s when I close my eyes that I see clearly
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| Through the window of my mind I see you
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| (ooooo)
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| And the cabbie pulls up slowly like I told him
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| I look up and I see you and I cry
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| You’re curled up on the porch, two cups of coffee
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| And a smile that looks about a mile wide
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| Through the window of my mind I see the prairies
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| Through the window of my mind I see the early morning dew
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| Cuz it’s when I close my eyes that I see clearly
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| Through the window of my mind I see you
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| Through the window of my mind I see you
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| (ooooo) |