Over the tracks With a sack full of matches Im gonna burn all the letters Ive wrote Dont worry, darling I aint brave enough to catch it This fire thats licking my hopes Besides, if I went up Like a soaked rolling paper Id still be fastburningout And whats the use of a good, strong noose When your problems too much hanging around? So I walked back crashing My pockets full of ash in The latesummer moons holy glow That loved me to death on the banks Of every river Where every breath in brought me home Cause if homes where hearts is Beating like a birds wing Then Ive many homes and I should Said a man who wasnt homeless Im always just traveling Taking walks around my neighborhood. Wisdom it comes But age dont unlock it Youve got to spend all the passion youve found With more change in their heads Than in all of their pockets Some can show you the way to slow down Sometimes we all need to slow down
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