| So the sun shines on his funeral just the same as on a birth,
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| the way it shines on everything that happens here on Earth.
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| It rolls across the western sky and back into the sea
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| and spends the day’s last rays upon this fucked-up family, so long old pal.
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| The last time I saw Alice, she was leaving Santa Fe
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| with a bunch of round-eyed Buddhists in a killer Chevrolet.
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| Said they turned her out of Texas, yeah, she burned them down back home,
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| now she’s wild with expectation on the edge of the unknown.
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| Singing oh, it’s enough to be on your way,
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| it’s enough just to cover ground, it’s enough to be moving on.
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| Home, build it behind your eyes, carry it in your heart, safe among your own.
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| They brought her back on a Friday night, same day I was born.
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| We sent her up the smokestack, yes, and back into the storm.
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| She blew up over the San Juan Mountains, she spent herself at last.
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| The threat of heavy weather, that was what she knew best.
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| Oh, it’s enough to be on your way,
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| it’s enough to cover ground, it’s enough to be moving on.
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| Home, build it behind your eyes, carry it in your heart, safe among your own.
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| It woke me up on a Sunday, an hour before the sun.
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| It had me watching the headlights out on highway 591.
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| Till I stepped into my trousers, till I pulled my big boots on,
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| I walked out on the Mesa and I stumbled on this song
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| Oh, it’s enough to be on your way,
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| it’s enough just to cover ground, it’s enough to be moving on.
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| Home, build it behind your eyes, carry it in your heart, safe among your own.
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| So long, old gal. |