| Joey and me were out on the freeway
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| Leaving the city race
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| Out of the hustle, into the country
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| Searching for open space
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| Shoulder to should, mile for mile
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| But neither of us knew where
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| Sleeping at night out under the stars
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| Inhaling the mountain air
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| Under the open skies
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| Living in paradise
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| Joey and me were free
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| Nobody else allowed
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| Anyone more’s a crowd
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| Joey and me makes three
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| Often we talked of wasting our time
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| And bridges that we had crossed
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| But mostly we looked in vain for ourselves
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| Forgetting that we were lost
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| Joey and me were two of a kind
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| In love with our own ideals
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| Aiming to keep the gathering years
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| In pace with our rolling wheels
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| Let me tell you how it all went wrong
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| How me and Joey didn’t belong
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| We were tripping the light fantastic
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| Intergalactic
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| Joey and me
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| The wilderness road had taken its toll
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| I knew I could never last
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| The lines had gone down in a f;lurry of snow
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| The winter was on us fast
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| I made my way back into the city
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| Hitched to a guiding star
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| Joey is out on his own again
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| He’s richer than me by far |