Alex Caldwell · Jun 15, 2010
Open road is the only home I know

There's no place like the road,
The place I used to call home.
For four summers long,
I will sing this song.
The places,
The faces.
The sweat and the tears,
Hasn't been seen for three long years.
Going back on the road,
There's no place like HOME.

 
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