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Going Home


As I travel down this road alone

I feel I know this road as my own


No lights ahead

No lights behind

I’m all alone

This road’s all mine


The radio’s up

The windows down

There’s no one here

For miles around


And as the wind

Blows through my hair

I drive alone

To a home that’s bare


It’s down the road

And just in sight

It’s the place I’ll sleep

Another lonely night


It’s a place I know

I call it my home

It’s the place I spend

Most nights alone


I’m going home

The End

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