Under the pines a hundred yards from the center of the Universe, an alarm goes off half the night.
We'll pass around a cucumber, we'll peel a giant grapefruit, and hope it doesn't rain on our leaky tent.
After that horrible night of riding we're glad just to be here, and soon enough we'll be fast asleep.
Oh no these roads weren't made for the likes of you and me, but they're all I've
A shoulder to lean on could ease my troubled mind.
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