The road ahead is long
I can’t see an end
Just a shimmering of the light
And mountains in the distance
The radio is my best friend
It protects me from myself
If I let my thoughts wander
I can only picture your resistance
You don’t want to leave your town
Start again out by the coast
Where the air is fresh and I can earn
A little money money
I’ll send a little home to you
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