| Empty halls and naked walls told stories like a book
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| Reality and memories shook hands with my last look
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| I fired up that U-Haul truck and got this rock to roll
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| With four wheels, a couple tears, and everything I own
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| And this road I follow is betting big on tomorrow
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| It might be the death of me today
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| When he sailed the ocean, Columbus didn’t have a map
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| You ain’t going nowhere if you’re thinking that the world is flat
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| I set the cruise, slipped off my shoes
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| And couldn’t help but wonder why
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| You can never see its really green
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| Til you’re on the other side
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| Now people said I’m gonna regret the life I’m giving up
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| But there’s more than diesel
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| Driving me so far in this old truck
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| And this road I follow is betting big on tomorrow
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| It might be the death of me today
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| When he sailed the ocean, Columbus didn’t have a map
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| You ain’t going nowhere if you’re thinking that the world is flat
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| On a hotel quirk on a full out count
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| Gave me his last cup from his coffee pot
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| Smiled at my guitar and said son why not
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| Quite while you’re a head?
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| Because this road I follow is betting big on tomorrow
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| It might be the death of me today
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| When he sailed the ocean, Columbus didn’t have a map
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| You ain’t going nowhere, no you ain’t going nowhere thinking that the world is
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| flat |