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WANDERLUST The night is kind of windy And I hear a far off train The wanderlust is in me And the highway calls my name Sometimes I hate this time of night When my thoughts won't let me be And a feeling like there's nothing right Makes me write sad poetry. Well I'm off to Arizona, Or just maybe Tim-Buc-Tu Or any old Utopia, And your invited too. I'm waiting now for something, And I know it's not a ride, I know there's no use running, From the fears I have inside I've got responsabilities, But I know the real load Is a vision of futility On a long and lonely road
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Angry Sea
Between Extremes
Casey Jones
Childhoods End
Christine
Come on and Rain
Dream Train
Every Day is New
Fly Away
Friend
Galahad
Hundred Mile Days
Last Half of the Century
Light a Hundred Candles
My Destination
Never Quite Got There
Niki
Persephone
Photos on my Office Wall
Rag Pickers
Ride Me Like the Wind
Rumors and Lies
Tar Beach
Tethered Pony
The Wanderlust
Walls
White Lies