| On the verge of a breakdown
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| Back in her hometown
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| Never thought she’d settle down
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| In a place like this
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| Cold coffee on the back porch
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| Wooden chair rocking back and forth
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| Now she wonders how it all went down
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| Back in her hometown
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| Most people never left
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| Found a job and filled in the rest
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| Never got around to leaving the nest
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| Holding on to not let go
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| But that path just wasn’t for her
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| She got out faster than the fireworks
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| Never took time to slow it down
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| Now she’s back in her hometown
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| Looking out at the cedars and the oaks
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| The mourning dove sings beneath the sky of blue
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| All the thoughts that led her out
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| On that road, without a doubt
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| Somewhere they fizzled out
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| Now she’s back in her hometown
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| What makes a life complete?
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| Roads traveled and people you meet?
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| Or is it just the silence of
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| The times in between?
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| Her mind is racing as she sits alone
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| In the place that she used to call home
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| Memories are all around
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| Back in her hometown
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| Looking out at the light above the hills
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| Her mama sings beneath the sky of blue
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| All the thoughts that led her out
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| On that road, without a doubt
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| Somewhere they fizzled out
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| Back in her hometown
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| Somewhere they fizzled out
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| Back in her hometown |