One Fast Move Or I'm Gone

This river of road,

It don't flow like it used to.

But it's more of a home

Than anywhere that I've ridden it to.We used to dream together

But now I drink alone.

From the bottle to the tumbler

Is the only journey left I know.And in my memories depths I retrace my steps.

I cannot find where I went wrong.

It was one fast move or I'm gone.I found out at an early age I could make anything or plane

Disappear or cease to exist if I turn my back to it.

And that the interstates, they don't connect

Where you are to what you've left.

And the ghost of our dreams haunt the roads in between.

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