The night sky, the city light, passing by the Scenic Drive
The strip malls, the city halls, museums and the phone callsâ¨
Thinking old dusty road, riding trains, no Tom Joadâ¨
Idealized view of life, maybe I have it rightâ¨
It feels good to be back home, seeing friends, knowing roadsâ¨
Thanksgiving and Christmastime, bitter air and riding bikesâ¨
Fleeting sounds, love all around, I have found the moon riseâ¨
Whatever the tombstone reads, what could that year mean to me?â¨
Living by the dampened trees, what could that life mean to me?â¨
Dreaming of the dark coal mines, I must know that it's no lifeâ¨
One day I'm sure that I will see through nostalgic eyesâ¨
And one day the internet will be our version of the wild westâ¨
And we will be remembered as we now remember themâ¨
Some will be folk heroes and others will be villainsâ¨
as we sing the songs all the songs about them
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