The village taunts me I see what I’m leaving behind Hard and rough This is the last time A crescendo from the crickets in the wheat fields A blanket of warmth from the evening sun I remember the feeling Oh, what I’d do differently Regrets in the shallow I’m a back road man Always have been Always will be
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Please tell us what it’s like when you get home…
Basic stuff:
Doing your laundry
Grabbing something to eat
Getting dressed
Safe travels!