| The weather vane out on the shed
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| Is looking to the west
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| I reckon I’ll head that way
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| It’s good as any way I guess
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| Closing this old gate kinda ends our episode
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| 'Cause there’s no use running
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| When you’re on the wrong road
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| Gal, it wouldn’t take much
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| For someone to define
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| All the contradicting flashes
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| That burn across our minds
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| But there’s no way to communicate
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| If you don’t know the code
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| And there’s no use running
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| When you’re on the wrong road
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| There’s times I get to thinking
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| About the way it might have been
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| And I wonder how we got
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| To this state that were in
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| But every word we spoke
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| Only added to the load
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| And there’s no use running
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| When you’re on the wrong road
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| Guess we knew somethings
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| You’ve got to fight to win
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| But you get to standing back
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| After leading with your chin
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| We both learned to young
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| That you reap what’s been sowed
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| And there’s no use running
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| When you’re on the wrong road
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| Well, there’s no use running
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| When you’re on the wrong road… |