| We’re almost home
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| We’ll drive all night
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| To this town that pulls my heartstrings
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| My heart’s beating out of my chest
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| And no one’s listening
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| So tonight we ride with our flags held high
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| Out the darkness and into the light
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| To the horizon, out of the grasp of the storm
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| If we never make it out alive
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| And if we never make it home
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| If we get lost in this Arizona desert
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| You’ll be the first to know
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| Jonathan, when will this highway ever end
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| You’re freaking out
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| On the side of a mountain miles from Prescott
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| You say we’ll make it home
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| But I tell you, bet not
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| And it feels it’s getting harder
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| Holding my head above water
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| Like sheep led to the slaughter
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| Sometimes I wonder why we even bother
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| With every mile closer to the horizon
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| Another mile farther from home
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| And on the phone is Oklahoma
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| Saying, you keep sending postcards
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| I won’t go changing while you’re gone
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| Jonathan, when will this highway ever end
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| You’re freaking out
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| And I think it’s safe to say that we both know
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| We’re almost home |