| I keep looking down the road
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| Out the window
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| High and low
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| The gold horizon is halfway gone
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| The sea is shining
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| It ripples on
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| I keep waiting for a change
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| A new direction
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| Some exchange
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| The moon is rising
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| It’s getting late
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| It’s always timing
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| You have to wait
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| Don’t it make you wanna stick around
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| When your plane is lifting off the ground
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| Moving faster than the speed of sound
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| Is it written in the stars
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| Where we’ve been and where we are
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| And where we’re going?
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| I don’t know
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| There’s nothing showing but the glow
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| Don’t it make you wanna stick around
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| When your plane is lifting off the ground
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| Moving faster than the speed of sound |