| He pulled out in a cloud of dust
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| Laying rubber and spewing rust
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| And on any road he’d take
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| He’d have his foot on the pedal and my heart on the brake
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| Underneath the smooth tar curves
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| A road is only dust and dirt
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| On a lonely interchange
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| The signs all look the same
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| 'Cause a road is just a road and a feeling’s just a feeling
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| No matter where you go, from Waterloo to Wichita
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| A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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| And midnight’s another dawn, 100 miles ago
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| His wheels spun out of sight of me
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| Believing that I’d set him free
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| But I’d heard the voice of the prisoner
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| Saying he couldn’t get enough of her
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| You go by land, you go by air
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| You go by sea, hell I don’t care
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| You can go any way you choose
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| Wearing out the soles of your traveling shoes
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| And a road is just a road and a feeling’s just a feeling
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| No matter where you go, from Bangor, Maine to Bakersfield
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| A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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| And midnight’s another dawn, a hundred miles ago
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| And every sleepless night I see him
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| Screaming by the scenery
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| Not noticing another mile
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| That’s rolled down between him and me
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| 'Cause a road is just a road and a feeling’s just a feeling
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| No matter where you go, from Saskatoon to San Antone
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| A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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| And midnight’s another dawn, a hundred miles ago
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| Yes, a road is just a road and a feeling’s just a feeling
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| No matter where you go, from San Bernardino to Sault Ste. |
| Marie
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| A road is just a road that the one you love is leaving on
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| And midnight’s another dawn, a hundred miles ago |