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I spent my life on stages
Calling out the changes
To a pickup band
In a tired van broke down in the rain
The tires whine, the moon shines
On Highway

Keep out of the fast lane
Who knows where it ends
It looks like a sure thing and feels like a friend
Eyes on the highway, that house on the hill
They

on and flap your wings



On a slow walk down Logan Boulevard

I find miracles in the details of leaves and lit windows

The city is singing, the highway sounds

...and Now for My Disappearing Act

The Ghost

This Pen Is a Weapon

on and flap your wings

On a slow walk down Logan Boulevard
I find miracles in the details of leaves and lit windows
The city is singing, the highway sounds