Walkin down Main Street, gettin' to know the concrete
Lookin for a purpose from a neon sign.
I would meet you anywhere western sun meets the air
I'll hit the road, never lookin' behind.
chorus:
Can you deny, there's nothin' greater
nothin' more than travelin' hands of time
St. Genevieve can hold back the water,
but saints don't bother with a tear stained eye.
Seein' traces of the scars that came before
written in the pavement, still akin' for more
when the hours don't move along, worn-out wood and familiar songs
To hear your voice is not enough, is more than a shame.
(chorus)
Like a man said, rode hard and put away wet
throw away the bad news and put it to rest
If learnin is livin', and the truth is a state of mind
you'll find it's better at the end of the line.
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