| In the evolution of you and I
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| Living under the everlasting sky
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| From a smoke signal to a cell phone
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| And call waiting where the buffalo roamed
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| Free spirited gypsy souls
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| Shedding Eden on a serpentine road
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| Tires hissing with a mystic drone
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| Can’t you hear that flat snake moan?
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| Well that’s the road rolling out from under our feet
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| Turning with the century
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| Like the road rolling out from under out feet
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| We are turning with the century
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| Like a sleepy town with a runaway train
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| We had a full head of steam and fitful dreams
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| But didn’t we make rhythm of the roughest rides
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| On the back of the beat, side by side?
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| On the road rolling out from under our feet
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| Turning with the century
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| Like the road rolling out from under out feet
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| We are turning with the century
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| From an ear to the ground to the info age
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| And a run in the jungle to a walk in space
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| The big picture is straining my eyes
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| But I dig the view and I’m mesmerized
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| By the road rolling out from under our feet
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| Turning with the century
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| Like the road rolling out from under out feet
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| We are turning with the century |