| Where the firestorms are howling through the land
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| And the riverboats are drowning in the sand
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| Where the hinges of the window shutters groan
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| Was my father’s home
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| Where the schoolbell’s ringin' way down Lincoln Square
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| And the sound of broken playgrounds fill the air
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| I see skeletons of greyhounds lay and rust
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| And their trails in the dust
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| And I still can hear the children in the park
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| Where they danced in the dark
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| And I’m all on my own
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| On that long lonesome road
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| I will roam 'til I’m old in my bones
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| And I’m waiting in vain
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| For the late evening train
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| 'Til the day when it takes me away
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| Where the neon temples glitter in the night
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| But there’s no one to assemble in their light
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| The shepherd broke his crooked staff and roared
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| Out to the name of the lord
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| On the porch I watched the pigeons fight the crumbs
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| And the raindrops played the tin roof battle drums
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| I should find myself some shelter I suppose
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| With the dogs and the crows
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| Where we all can live together safe and sound
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| In our hole in the ground
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| And I’m all on my own
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| On that long lonesome road
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| I will roam 'til I’m old in my bones
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| And I’m waiting in vain
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| For the late evening train
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| 'Til the day when it takes me away
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| Where the mountains crumble down and oceans rise
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| And the country’s getting old before my eyes
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| Waltzing with the planets in the sky
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| Turn the wheels of time
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| And I gaze up to the stars until I sleep
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| See their blaze deep in my heart and in my dreams
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| When everything is dark the future’s bright
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| And it feels alright
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| I will rise up and I’ll fly into space
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| Come the end of days
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| And I’m all on my own
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| On that long lonesome road
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| I will roam 'til I’m old in my bones
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| And I’m waiting in vain
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| For the late evening train
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| 'Til the day when it takes me away |