| Sitting round a fireplace
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| We drew a smile across the states
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| we packed our truck with all our stuff
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| and 4 of us
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| Two to drive and two to sleep
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| Wrapped up in a rainbow sheet
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| And in the front my love will keep me
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| on the road and laughing
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| On our way we met a man
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| with healer-boxer-sculptor's hands
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| We love hime cause he understands
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| the 4 of us
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| Time, time with him was time in school
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| Sitting in the backyard
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| Teaching from his box of rusty tools
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| And he could talk such magic at his clear-eyed 85
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| And just when you thought you got the picture
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| he’d show you the joke inside.
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| «Yeah», he said, «The joke’ss on you!»
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| «You don’t even know where you’re going to!»
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| Further south our truckstops ran
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| to see the singing dolphin man
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| and pancakes from a frying pan
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| for 4 of us
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| Somewhere there we got a brandnew scheme
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| Further south was islands
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| like the kind you see in dreams
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| So we left the truck and all or stuff
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| and skipped across the see
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| To emerald pools in paradise
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| for 4 of us |