There's a young man drivin' and old man's car down the Pennsylvania Turnpike where the treetops meet the stars there's a wild wind blowin' down the lost highway and he don't know where he's goin' it don't matter anyway and the dreams pass through his mind like the years he'll never find there's an old man night shift at the Stop'N'Go he reads his dirty magazines and mops the bathroom floor he's had a hard life he lost a digit in the war he keeps one hand on the shotgun and both feet on the floor and the old dreams fills his head when he lays down in his bed (sometimes that's all ya got left) there's a pretty girl walkin' a yellow dog right down Dekalb Avenue where the MARTA meets the fog there's a wild wind blowin' down the old railway and I wonder where she's goin' she comes here every day I wonder where she's goin'
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