Another Road song.
Another Road song.
If you said I was sick of this place,
I would listen. We would find a road.
We would be our own pain, our own song,
to the rhythm of wipers in a rare desert rain.
If you said I was ready I would listen.
We would find a place,
into the wind, some place different.
We would make a life of it, I'm sure,
dancing to Hank in a rare desert storm.
It is damn quiet except for the wipers.
I would listen. We would find a road.
We would be our own pain, our own song,
to the rhythm of wipers in a rare desert rain.
If you said I was ready I would listen.
We would find a place,
into the wind, some place different.
We would make a life of it, I'm sure,
dancing to Hank in a rare desert storm.
It is damn quiet except for the wipers.
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