You’ve got a long, slow way about you
A lot of flat field around you
I wonder what this place would be without you
I don’t know
I can feel all the hard ground you worked on
Solid in your heart to stand on
A place to get stranded or fall down on
And don’t it show
That in your eyes are rows and rows
and in your hands, well I don’t know
But in your voice is miles and miles of road
Well it’s so recent
I came here
and when I came I didn’t know I’d come this far
and I found out that my favorite place in Texas
is right up next to where you are
in the right front seat of that white car
What have your words all been reduced to
Open ground that I’m not used to
and I’m someone to tell the truth to
And ain’t it so
That in your eyes are rows and rows
and in your hands well baby I don’t know
but in your voice is miles and miles of road
In your voice is miles and miles of road

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