| Like a restless child, he lays
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| Half awake and daydreaming of home
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| With a solid heartbeat and heavy breathing in his ears
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| The silence alone tells the story of a man so far from home
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| It’s been a while now since they shared a bed
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| The days are alive but the nights feel so dead
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| When the lights go out, the guilt runs straight to his head
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| 'Cause she’s drowning each night in the tears that she sheds
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| When they’r miles apart and the hours grow longer
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| With distanc between them
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| When he’s on the road, she’s all alone
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| But it won’t be too long till he’s coming home
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| With a sleepless mind, she lays
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| Half awake, can’t stop thinking of him
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| 'Cause he’s living his dream, she wouldn’t have it any other way
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| But the silence alone tells a story of two people
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| When they’re miles apart and the hours grow longer
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| With distance between them
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| When he’s on the road, she’s all alone
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| But the wheels keep on turning
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| It won’t be long until I’m home
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| Coming home, they’ll be together
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| I’m the road, coming home
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| I can’t stay forever
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| It calls me and I have to answer I know
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| I know that you’re all alone when I’m on the road |