“I got no name for open roads.

Cause all I own fits on my back.

I see the world from rusted trains.

And always know I won’t be back.

Cause all my life, is wrapped up in today; no past or future here.

If I find my name’s no good, I just fall out of line.

But I miss you.

There’s no comin’ home,

There’s no comin’ home,

With a name like mine.

I still think of you,

But everyone knows, yeah everyone knows,

If you can let it go.

I’ve seen more places than I can name.

And over time they all start to look the same.

But it ain’t the truth we chase,

No it’s the promise of a better place

But all this time, I’ve been chasin’ down a lie.

And I know it for what it is.

But it beats the alternatives,

So I’ll take the life.

I still miss you.

There’s no goin’ home, there’s no goin’ home,

With a name like mine.

I still dream of you.

But everyone knows, yeah everyone knows.

If you can let it go.”

Ghost Towns, Radical Face

Music Break

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