

Midnight RiderMidnight Rider on the open roadMidnight Rider
Come too far to just let go
I can't stop 'til the journey's through
Sometimes I wish that I could be you
But I can't stop for everyone I see
Everything I am must be me
For now my spirit roams
Until it finds a home
Searching in this world desperately
For a place to finally be free
Maybe there's no room for me
As I lift my head up high
Past the dawn breaking in the purple sky
Maybe the question asked should be:
"Are they to blame, or
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