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Every time I drive up on fifty-three I'm seeing sideways up ahead of me There's little lakes, there's little fountains There's little molehills made out of mountains There's little prayers that I perceive, mmm Every time I drive up on fifty-four It goes past Mick's and Dick's general store There goes the signal and it's dropped for miles There goes the static at the top of the dial Every wild plan screamed it By only a hundred years, a way-man Who am I to witness, who am I to see Who am I to notice which way a tree Falling alone fall silently Half a mile later, just past the sign There's a Winnebago, an Econoline I smell the lake on up aways I know the exit and the parking place We used to swim out in the sun We were swimming out there under heaven We were too young to have been unforgiven Who are you to listen, who are you to care? Just someone who knows me from anywhere Where do we come from out of thin air? I hear you whisper in the back of my hair From Letras Mania