| Call the folks, leave a note
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| Lock the doors and windows
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| Pack the truck, here’s to luck
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| Here’s to how the wind blows
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| Got the cash, got the gas
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| Now lose the map and compass
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| Now read the signs, obey the lines
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| Follow all your hunches
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| Because now it’s just the open road
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| One small heart and a great big soul that’s driving
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| Radio singing low
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| Just like a true companion
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| L.A's lights wavy bright
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| They follow like a lantern
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| Then morning comes and desert sun
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| Rises like redemption
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| Another day to make your way from answer
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| Back to question
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| Out here on the open road
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| One small heart and a great big soul that’s driving
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| No set of directions, no shortcuts
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| Just some empty soda cans, some cigarette butts
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| The key to travelling light is to
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| Not need very much
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| Late tonight you’ll see the lights
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| Of a thousand stars above you
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| And at a roadside stop you’ll call to talk
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| To a voice back home that swears to love you
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| But at the sound of the tone
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| You’ll hang up the phone and peel out of that joint
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| You’ll try again, God knows when
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| At least they got the point
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| They lost you to the open road
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| One small heart and a great big soul that’s driving, driving
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| Out here on the open road
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| One small heart and a great big soul that’s driving |