| These walls around me and the days are long
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| I fill my lungs with a widow’s song
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| I’m looking for a reason, feel the spirit rise
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| I see my life before me when I close my eyes
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| I picture a road out in New Mexico
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| Red earth and mountains and sky
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| I picture my soul out in New Mexico
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| With all that space rolling by Sometimes I feel, in a world between
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| Everything I touch and everything I dream
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| Sometimes I long for the rose to bleed
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| For the spark to light in the depths of me
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| I picture a road out in New Mexico
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| Red earth and mountains and sky
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| I picture my soul out in New Mexico
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| With all that space rolling by
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| I’m so scared of what I’ll find
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| If I let it go, if I look inside
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| I’m so scared of what I feel
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| If I let it go, if I make it real
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| I picture a road out in New Mexico
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| Red earth and mountains and sky
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| I picture my soul out in New Mexico
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| With all that space rolling by With all that earth rolling by With all these dreams rolling by Leaving this life behind |