• Here For The Music

    • tell me this, pal: why isn't everbody sittin' on a fence in the moonlight playin' a banjo?
    that's all i want to know.

    there’s lots of things along the roadi’d surely like to seei’d like to lean into the windand tell myself I’m freebut your softest whisper’s louderthan the highways call to me close your eyesi’ll be here in the morningclose your eyesi’ll be here for a while

    there’s lots of things along the road
    i’d surely like to see
    i’d like to lean into the wind
    and tell myself I’m free
    but your softest whisper’s louder
    than the highways call to me

    close your eyes
    i’ll be here in the morning
    close your eyes
    i’ll be here for a while

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