| Three more days and counting 'til we get back to the road
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| Radar Hill sent us a message a long time ago
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| Never forget the way the sun goes down in Ohio
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| Those were the days we got the ball rolling
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| But the ball had to roll
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| Someone somewhere will remember us
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| The years we got lost when the world needed us
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| Heads in the clouds, hearts sworn to never rust
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| Thumbs to the road and the rest was dust
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| We crossed a great wide ocean of grain
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| Chasing sunsets made of gold
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| I thought for sure the Badlands would break us
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| But they sent us down the road
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| Rocky Mountain welcome wagon got us so high
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| Our roots nearly took hold
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| We had a ball out in Colorado, but the ball had to roll
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| Someone somewhere will remember us
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| The years we got lost when the world needed us
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| Heads in the clouds, hearts sworn to never rust
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| Thumbs to the road and the rest was dust
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| Made it to the coast with nothing to boast
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| But warm and weary bones
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| I always dreamt they’d roll the red carpet
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| Out for us old rolling stones
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| Chase the sunset to Santa Monica Beach
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| And felt the sand between our toes
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| California’s so beautiful, we bawled
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| When the ball had to roll
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| Heads in the clouds, hearts sworn to never rust
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| Thumbs to the road and the rest was dust
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| Someone somewhere will remember us
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| The years we got lost when the world needed us
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| Heads in the clouds, hearts sworn to never rust
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| Thumbs to the road and we’re gone with the dust |