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Well, Carol Lynn, if all the things you thought you knew
Were nothing more than weeds
That grew their roots in me and you,
D'you think that you might meet me on the corner of your road,
And keep your hand in mine till all the truths were told?

Your Daddy prayed real hard for the economy to change,
I ain't got no head for numbers, girl, so I did not complain –
His jacket and his shoes
Seemed like enough to lead him through,
But I could not say where he and they were headed to.

So I lay down on the grass and tried to drain into the soil,
But I just could not learn to wind up green.

Whatever you've seen, it could not have been more
Than what we were groomed for –
We're nothing but the products of the promise of closed doors.
If you're ready to empty your heart of its memories,
It's not too late while some dream remains
Of some place many days' drive away from here.
Under the cover of this darkness,
Swear we'll both have disappeared...

When all the lights come back on. (x3)

Well, Carol Lynn, the road begins at the end of the land,
I drove my car that far and I walked out on the sand,
I saw us cling to so much that we're never gonna use,
And I knew until we've let it go we're born to lose.

So I lay down on the rocks and tried to flow into the sea,
But I just could not bear to turn out blue.

Whatever you do, be sure that it's worth more
Than what we were drilled for –
We're nothing but the echoes of the songs of a civil war.
If you're ready to set free your heart from its enemies,
It's not too late while some chance remains
Of some place many days' drive away from here.
Under the cover of this darkness,
Swear we'll both have disappeared...

When all the lights come back on. (x3)

Begin the road, believe the road, become the road,
What is on the road will be honoured for being honest
And will move onward in time.
(x2)

We move onward in time,
We move onward this time,
This time.

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