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| I was in the winter of my life, |
| And the men I met along the road |
| Were my only summer |
| At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, |
| Dancing and laughing and crying with them |
| Three years down the line of being |
| On an endless world tour, |
| And my memories of them were the |
| Only things that sustained me, |
| And my only real happy times |
| I was a singer - not a very popular one |
| I once had dreams of becoming |
| A beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate |
| Series of events saw those dreams |
| Dashed and divided like a million stars |
| In the night sky that I wished on over |
| And over again, sparkling and broken |
| But I didn't really mind because |
| I knew that it takes getting everything |
| You ever wanted, and then losing it to |
| Know what true freedom is |
| When the people I used to know found |
| Out what I had been doing, |
| How I'd been living, they asked me why |
| But there's no use in talking to people |
| Who have home |
| They have no idea what it's like to seek |
| Safety in other people - for home |
| To be wherever you lay your head |
| I was always an unusual girl |
| My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, |
| No moral compass pointing due north, |
| No fixed personality; just an inner |
| Indecisiveness that was as wide and |
| As wavering as the ocean |
| And if I said I didn't plan for it |
| To turn out this way I'd be lying |
| Because I was born to be the other woman |
| Who belonged to no one, |
| Who belonged to everyone |
| Who had nothing, who wanted everything, |
| With a fire for every experience and an |
| Obsession for freedom that terrified |
| Me to the point that I couldn't even |
| Talk about it, and pushed me to a |
| Nomadic point of madness that |
| Both dazzled and dizzied me |
| I've been out on that open road |
| You can be my full time daddy |
| White and gold |
| Singing blues has been getting old |
| You can be my full time baby |
| Hot or cold |
| Don't break me down |
| I've been travelin' too long |
| I've been trying too hard |
| With one pretty song |
| I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
| I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
| Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
| But I, I've got a war in my mind |
| So, I just ride, |
| Just ride I just ride, |
| Just ride |
| Dying young and I'm playing hard |
| That's the way my father |
| Made his life an art |
| Drink all day and we talk 'til dark |
| That's the way the road dogs do it |
| Ride 'til dark |
| Don't leave me now |
| Don't say good bye |
| Don't turn around |
| Leave me high and dry |
| I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
| I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
| Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
| But I, I've got a war in my mind |
| I just ride, |
| Just ride I just ride, |
| Just ride |
| I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy |
| I'm tired of driving |
| 'til I see stars in my eyes |
| It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby |
| So I just ride, I just ride |
| I hear the birds on the summer breeze |
| I drive fast, I am alone in midnight |
| Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble |
| But I, I've got a war in my mind |
| I just ride, |
| Just ride I just ride, |
| Just ride |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| Every night I used to pray that |
| I'd find my people, |
| And finally I did on the open road |
| We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, |
| Nothing we desired anymore, |
| Except to make our lives into a work of art |
| Live fast. Die young. Be wild. |
| And have fun |
| I believe in the country America used to be |
| I believe in the person I want to become |
| I believe in the freedom of the open road |
| And my motto is the same as ever: |
| "I believe in the kindness of strangers. |
| And when I'm at war with myself I ride, |
| I just ride." |
| Who are you? |
| Are you in touch with all of your |
| darkest fantasies? |
| Have you created a life for |
| yourself where you can experience them? |
| I have. I am fucking crazy |
| But I am free |
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