| Driving the nightshift again
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| Driving the nightshift again
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| The times I’ve rolled this line, this same old
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| Long headed East double lane
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| Driving these nightshifted eyes
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| Driving these nightshifted eyes
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| To light my way from midnight out to Hay
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| There’s big summer moon on the rise
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| Puts me in a mind, of once upon a time
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| A hall above the beach when I was young, it was
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| Too many years, too far behind
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| Old piano, saxophone and drum
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| And hanging out over the sea
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| That same summer moon laid for me
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| A road of light on out into the night
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| A highway to where I could be
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| If ever I can find that innocence of mind
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| The wonder in that younger set of eyes
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| I’ll get it on the road, the rhythm of the line
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| The wheeling of the desert where it flies
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| Come on roll up that line baby roll
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| Light up these nightshifted eyes
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| Speed my way from midnight out to Hay
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| Big summer moon on the rise
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| Speed my way from midnight out to Hay
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| Big summer moon on the rise |