| I have traveled those little dirt paths that are now paved in white
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| Concrete highways once trails that lead down up the left to the right
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| All that coming and going, and everyone gets where they are
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| Though they started from nowhere these roads can take anyone far
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| And how far that may be now depends on the reach of the mind
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| As opposed to the physical limits imposed back in time
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| We are bridging the gap between thinking and doing
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| We can travel from home all the while barely moving
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| And what used to take several angles became a straight line
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| Now the world at our fingertips beckons us all to explore
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| But upon our arrival we ask, Is there anything more?
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| You could count your best friends on the hands you were given
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| But now, in the digital age that we live in
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| We number them millions and never walk out the front door
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| And together we’re alone
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| We’re traveling from home
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| Where there used to be wires connecting the dots on the map
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| Things have changed at the moment we talk to a screen on our lap
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| And to visit each other is not as unusual
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| Everyone’s hooked up to audiovisual
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| We beam live via satellite Portland to Cumberland Gap
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| Now the world at our fingertips beckons us all to explore
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| But upon our arrival we ask, Is there anything more?
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| You could count your best friends on the hands you were given
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| But now, in the digital age that we live in
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| We number them millions and never walk out the front door
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| Together we’re alone
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| We’re traveling from home
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| We’re traveling from home
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| We’re traveling from home (Home)
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| We’re traveling from home (Home) |