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Man I wonder - you spent the summer south riding bikes instead of punching time clocks. If voices said go to Colorado - it's such a scenic place to end a story. You'd been waking up to shit; stood in the background watching. Couldn't tell what was in your head; you didn't say 'cause you don't like talking, no. You, idling and counting steps left to go. You got your radio; more the days go by, more the static drones. Stuck waiting for a couple words to bleed through. I remember you couldn't get inside. It's a long way home. If I'm out your way I'll stop someday; think I heard someone say out West on 55. Ask why, ask what for. I blame it on your Saltash luck, your twenties, and North Dakota From Letras Mania