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The Years Rolled Slowly Past And I Found Myself Alone. Surrounded By Strangers I Thought Were My Friends, I Found Myself Further And Further From My Home.

I Guess I Lost My Way, There Were So Many Roads. I Was Living To Run, And Running To Live, Never Worried About Paying Or Even How Much I Owed.

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

Here I Am, On The Road Again. There I Am, Up On The Stage. Here I Go, Playing Star Again. There I Go, Turn The Page.

Radio Is So Fragmented, It's Unbelievable.