Where does the wind blow
Where does the sun go
When you say you won't be here anymore
So doctor tell me
How will you cure me
When I find out that my best days are gone, all right
I'm on the road now, I've got friends in every town
Don't get to stay long, but I'm coming back around
I got one hand out the window, one hand on the wheel
Let the wind blow through my fingers, let the sun be how I feel
Feels like a freight train, feels like a cold, cold rain
It starts out slow, coming heavy in the end, yeah
I'm going to LBJ, I'm already on my way
To see a girl who's a little bit more than a friend
And we'll walk outside, light a rocket to the sky
With a love that's always blind, but it's enough to get us by
We're standing on the lawn on the 4th of July
And the bombs in the air bring the color to your eyes, to your eyes
Oh, to your eyes
And it'll be better next year, my dear
It'll be better next year
A one, two, a one, two, three
Oooh, Wooh-ooo-ooo, Wooh-oooo-ooo, Wooh-ooo-ooo
Oooh, Wooh-ooo-ooo, Wooh-oooo-ooo, Wooh-ooo-ooo
Wooh, Wooh-ooo-ooo, Wooh-oooo-ooo, Wooh-ooo-ooo
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