DESCRIPTION:
For those who miss their loved ones.

Lyrics:
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Life out on the road
is lonely when your friends are all back home

and miles away from east
your heart feels strung out on the street

friday night the computer keeps you company
but it don't have a heartbeat

someday you'll make it back home
for now it's just messages and phones

paintings and jewelry to pass the time
writing in the heart but the hand can't find the lines

if only boredom was a plane
you'd fly back east and see your friends again

if only sadness was a friend
no one would ever feel lonely again

for now you've got boredom to kill
wrestling with ticking clocks and time to fill

a city of strangers offers no such care
don't worry lady, you'll make it out of there

paintings and jewelry to pass the time
writing in the heart but the hand can't find the lines

dreams of being somewhere else tonight
dreams of having something to pass the time

By: Lyle Mustard