A dot on a map,
In Western Wyoming ,
Down in the valley, a hole.
Going to a place, time long remembers,
And leaving this old road behind.
Gone from the newspaper raging,
Gone from the children in cages,
Gone from a nation in hatred,
Gone from a country at war.
Going to a place time long remembers,
Leaving this old road behind.
A sole light, wasted.
Leaving this old road behind.
As the big river winds,
So my mind wanders,
A life has a garden to grow.
Dreaming in waves, and ripples of water,
Leaving this old road behind.
Gone from the dreamers deserted,
Gone from the people who are hurting,
Gone from the fear in the living,
Gone from the doubt we can change,
Dreaming in waves, and ripples of water,
Leaving this old road behind.
Going to a place where the sky isn’t one thing,
Gone where that might be enough.
This yellow stone is worth more than money,
I’m leaving this old road behind.
This yellow stone is worth more than money,
I’m leaving this old road behind.
A sole light, wasted.
Leaving this old road behind.
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