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A long stretch of headlights bends into I-9 They tiptoe into truck stops And sleepy diesel eyes Volcanoes rumble in the taxi An' glow in the dark Camels

The line of traffic comes to stand still For the love came out in the morning air I find the place I started from The wild is calling, this time I'll

Close your eyes and dream of me You've found the one you love Life is long and then it's through But you go on and you go on Nous serons une nuit brillante

Beggin' down these sun beaten streets I can't make for no connection Locals here don't speak no English Where is my woman, no one knows It seems some

I and Braggar, and Junior Lee Well that's the way we always thought it would be In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met In the Winston lips

they all smile they shake your hand they want to know your name y ou sit in your mothers room look through the window pane when they know you're not

Julie got some ecstasy She laid down on the steering wheel Love comes to the first thing love sees Love comes to the first thing That makes it real, makes

All the gang has gone home Standing on the corner All alone So you and me, streetlight We'll paint the town gray Oh, we are so many lamps Who have lost