Follow along
I've seen time move
across the shrinking mountain
just beyond the tree line
heard the voices of young women
talk about how far it is
to the nearest somewhere other than here
catch me humming if you can
I'll be a pigeon on the wing
Who coos after coming from a bar
On a Mid dusty afternoon
I've seen the numbers fly
Can’t catch em though
up and out above the wind
ain't nothing we can do
nothing at all
except follow along
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