my clothes were clean
and my shoes were new
as i stepped onto the highway
prepared to catch some ambition
or get lost on the endless white line
whichever came first
how was i to know?
how was i to know?
you were chasing the fleeting hope
the long highway pretends to conceal
now, i can’t shake you long after you’re gone
and this bewilderment i left at home
has found me standing all alone
soiled and worn
facing the cold road of my final days
how was i to know?
how was i to know?
i was still looking for you
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