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Blue skies in my rear-view mirror,
Well, i've got you on my mind.
Road sign says i'm getting nearer,
And now it's just a matter of time.
Well, now i get to wonder,
Do you take me for a fool?
Do i have to take a number
And wait in line
Just to get to you?
You got the time, i got the money -
This ain't workin' at all.
It's no joke, and it ain't funny -
I think i'm losing control.
Like tumbleweed that's blowin' free
You change direction with the wind.
We both know that this may never be
Nothing more than someplace to begin.
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