There's nothing so strange as us taking these chances. I
miss the way that your eyes, when you're sneaking
glances. Halfway to Lexington, we'll fly by poor houses
and take a midnight stop to parish hotels just to ask
which way south is.
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Hey, Louise.
It ain't worth all this misery cause I know the world
don't want to see, and only the wind can dry these tears.
So move on, move on with me.
Hey, Louise.
I snuck up to your room one cold, Sunday morning begging
you to leave with me. I kept my engine running. There was
nothing I wanted more than to have you company, and I can
still see you standing at that door watching me leave.
And one good thing I got when I left that time was that
your face was the last thing I saw as I pulled out.
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