| He never knew their names and never really cared
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| Lying to himself, he was never just a young kid scared
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| Living on his own with no one to hold on to
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| Nowhere to go and nothing to do
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| But lie awake and pray that one-day
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| Someone will come his way
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| All He knows are
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| Highways and broken hearts, late nights and old guitars
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| Wondering where you are, you’re so far away
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| His shoes are worn and tired and not at their best
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| Like a gypsy never sure where he’s going next
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| Superficial friends, and girls with glazed over eyes
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| It’s a good time, but just for the night
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| Then off he’ll go to maybe Mexico
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| Then off through Colorado
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| All He knows are
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| Highways and broken hearts, late nights and old guitars
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| Wondering where you are, you’re so far away
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| Staring through the walls of that motel room
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| Reflecting on his days, the route he’s seemed to choose
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| Will good outshine bad, can he turn this thing around
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| Should he drop to his knees, just give up now
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| Begging for release in the night
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| Has he gone too far to fight?
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| All He knows are
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| Highways and broken hearts, late nights and old guitars
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| Wondering where you are, you’re so far away
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| You’re so far away
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| You’re so far away |