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You take the Encino way and Ill drive past Cline's
We'll meet at Fort, you and I.
Something lies inside my eager mind to find that time has cared to write
Just over this hill passed a dried up river and white paint splatter on the road
before you know, i'll be home
but I feel more inclined to remember the walk my people did in a town where Billy lies

Be safe on a two lane highway at night, don't let the train light fool your eyes
Just ride along its side
And distant silos come around, you hold your breath through Melrose town

Just over this hill passed some homemade cider and a road to Elida
c'mon, before you know, i'll be home.
but I feel more inclined to remember the dirt I settled in.

and so, there will be hope for me, but I wont be left, I wont be grown until my breath heals your soul.

Just over this hill passed the old Floyd highway when I come to the avenue O,
it's then I know that i'm home