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and life goes on...only a little more empty and cold..
"But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you’re riding sixteen hours and there’s nothing much to do
And you don’t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I’m gone"
"But your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
When you’re riding sixteen hours and there’s nothing much to do
And you don’t feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
Later in the evening, you lie awake in bed
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said
There I go, yeah
There I go, oo-oo-ooh
There I go
And I’m gone"