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Fire In The Canyon
There's fire in the canyon
Rain on the plain
And an eerie kind of sadness
On the highway today
Was it driving together
That drove us apart?
Or did we change direction
Chasing arrows and hearts
We've been wandering alone such a long time
Lose our way as we go town to town
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
And I'm checking out the roadsigns
Highway hotels
And their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cells
And we read them like stories
In trash magazines
we ain't really sure what it means
We've been wandering alone such a long time
Lose our way as we go town to town
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
Well I'll ride the motorway
For a thousand miles a day
Til the road runs out of blacktop
Or I will this world away
And each town is steeped in rain
And I know each one by name
Cause this road is wrapped around me
And I wear it like a chain
We've been wandering alone such a long time
Lose our way as we go town to town
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
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On every crooked road we travel down
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
Lose our way as we go town to town
We've been wandering alone such a long time
And I wear it like a chain
Cause this road is wrapped around me
And I know each one by name
And each town is steeped in rain
Or I will this world away
Til the road runs out of blacktop
For a thousand miles a day
Well I'll ride the motorway
On every crooked road we travel down
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
Lose our way as we go town to town
We've been wandering alone such a long time
we ain't really sure what it means
In trash magazines
And we read them like stories
And their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cells
Highway hotels
And I'm checking out the roadsigns
On every crooked road we travel down
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
Lose our way as we go town to town
We've been wandering alone such a long time
Chasing arrows and hearts
Or did we change direction
That drove us apart?
Was it driving together
On the highway today
And an eerie kind of sadness
Rain on the plain
There's fire in the canyon
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