| There’s a slow train
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| Pulling through the desert
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| The colored cars pass quietly from sight
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| Between the highway and the long horizon
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| Precious dreams wind away with the light
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| My brother’s and my sisters' faces linger
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| The hours of our childhood, grave and gold
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| Driving through these solitary places
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| Memories of their gentile kinship
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| Touch my soul
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| The hawk wheels away as we pass here
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| The clouds billow up and fly on
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| Down the road some hard turns
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| Are going to shake us
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| Ride with us
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| Through the breaking of the dawn
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| Worry for my loving mother
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| The dimming years
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| The trials she has known
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| Her heart so kind and so weary
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| Keep her safe one more night
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| 'til I get home
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| How I long to be right there beside her
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| And bring everything back to before
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| We’ll arrive with the first light of morning
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| Keep her safe, let me hold her once more
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| The sage and Joshua tree remind me
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| Of the miles to go
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| The journey that we’re on
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| In the still, sweet air of the desert
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| We will ride
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| Through the breaking of the dawn |