This is where we tended the land, when we were young
This is where we took a stand and learned to laugh and love
This is where we held the sun upon our skin
None of it will be that simple again
Now it's lonesome in the desert with this blanket made of stars
with the skyline in the distance, with this worn out guitar
There's a junkyard of phrases hung out on the line
We headed for the hills for they had us dead to rights
Oh, Oh, time moves slow, out here all alone
Waylaid on the interstate, like so many times before
Some believe the stories, others need the proof
Some are out for blood, while justice seeks the truth
If tomorrow should find you beside the lonesome blues
Know all that I wanted was to be there with you
Oh, Oh time moves slow, out here all alone
Waylaid on the intestate, like so many times before
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