| He’s got a road map of Jupiter
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| A radar fix on the stars all along the highway
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| She’s got a liquid-crystal compass
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| A picture book of the rivers under the Sahara
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| They traveled in the time of the prophets
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| On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
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| Like lovers and heroes and the restless part of everyone
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| We’re only at home when we’re on the run, on the run
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| She’s got a star map of Hollywood
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| A list of cheap motels all along the freeway
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| She’s got a sister out in Vegas
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| The promise of a decent job far away from her hometown
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| She traveled on the road to redemption
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| A highway out of yesterday that tomorrow will bring
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| Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring
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| We’re only at home when we’re on the wing, on the wing
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| We are young
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| Wandering the face of the earth
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| Wondering what our dreams might be worth
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| Learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time
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| We are young
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| Wandering the face of the earth
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| Wondering what our dreams might be worth
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| Learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time
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| Time is a gypsy caravan
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| Steals away in the night to leave you stranded in Dreamland
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| Distance is a long-range filter
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| Memory, a flickering light, left behind in the heartland
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| We traveled in the dark of the new moon
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| A starry highway traced on the map of the sky
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| Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle’s cry
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| We’re only at home when we’re on the fly, on the fly
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| We are young
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| Wandering the face of the earth
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| Wondering what our dreams might be worth
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| Learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time
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| We are young
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| Wandering the face of the earth
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| Wondering what our dreams might be worth
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| Learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time
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| We are young
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| Wandering the face of the earth
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| Wondering what our dreams might be worth
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| Learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time
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| We traveled on the road to adventure
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| On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
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| Like lovers and heroes and the restless part of everyone
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| We’re only at home when we’re on the run, on the run |