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I drew a point on a map
You drew a line in the sand
So I went on down to Darby St
And I played my guitar with the case open at my feet.
I put up a sign, said âIâm tryinâ to get somewhere to do somethinâ Iâve gotta doâ
And I bought myself a ticket from point me to point you.
You look a lot like before
You dress a bit brighter and maybe youâre a little bit taller
Iâm not at all like I was
I feel like Iâve become a rambling pile of dust.
And your tears make me muddy
But at least then I donât blow away
So I boarded my flight on a cold Monday night and went back from whence I came.
Thereâs nowhere on earth left to hide
So Iâll keep on searching for new places inside my mind
Long are the days and dark are the nights
Iâve got to stop drinking and do something more with my time.
And I told you Iâm sorry
But that donât mean that youâll forgive me.
So I keep on building that long road from point A to point B
I keep on building that long road and I hope that you will see
I keep on building that long road from point A to point B
I keep on building that long road from point you to point me.