Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's be
Truckin' up to Buffalo
Been thinking you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go
Just keep truckin' on
You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelling you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door, light out and look all around
Grateful Dead
It's been a great trip and we could be home tomorrow, tired, hot, fighting rush hour. I don't think so, see you Thursday after one last day and a couple more meals on the road.
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Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong..........
Miss you xoxoxoxo
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