I can only speak the word as quickley as quickley as they come
Looking down upon the bed suspended by a silver thread I’m dreaming
From the feeling I had to be sure
When you know that you’ve felt ehis before it’s a long road, long journey home
Trying to see poetry within the shifting imagery of meaning
Well if you’re feeling hollow man just throw the stone
To shatter you’re reflection... with questions
Well if you’re trying as hard as you can
To see where you fit in this plan
It’s a long road, long lonely road.
It takes time to find the place you love (twice)
Well if you’ve got to be sure in that feeling you’ve got to take time
It takes time to find the place you love,
It’s a long road... long journey home.
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