| I walked out on the levee to watch the river and feel the rain
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| To see if there was something I could find
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| I wouldn’t be here now but I sort of missed the train
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| The way I miss the one I left behind
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| Circles of the past fade away so fast
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| While they spin and turn you live and learn
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| I heard you when you were leaving
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| It was just a quick goodbye
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| I didn’t even wonder for how long
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| The paddle wheels are turning
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| The steamboat whistles cry
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| I wonder now if I’m the one who’s gone
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| If I’d taken that job in Santa Fe
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| I never would have lost what I lost today
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| I’d go somewhere if I had somewhere to go
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| You’re in Baton Rouge I bet, or maybe Lafayette
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| Houston, San Antone, it’s all the same
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| Some things I just don’t get
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| I’m not hearing from you yet
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| Still waiting for the help that never came
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| I’ll walk out on the highway and see what I can find
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| Maybe nothing more than just a ride
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| They say the storm is over but they don’t know my mind
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| Is there even any reason left to hide?
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| Circles of the past fade away so fast
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| While they spin and turn you live and learn |
| Time is to the game like fire is to the flame
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| There’s nothing more to learn
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| Just let it burn |