The road I’m on is long, long, long:
It doesn’t seem to end.
But not that there’s all that much wrong
In rounding one more bend.
It’s just that, in the scheme of things,
I’d like to come to rest
To find out what tomorrow brings
And put love to the test.
And so I make believe I can
And call this place my home.
It does me good to park the van
And not to always roam.
Before too long, though, life’s a chore,
And so I hit the road once more.
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