No Direction

I got a Western way of leaving, a Southern style believing

My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition

To fill the rearview mirror with miles of Eastern pines

But I got no direction if I can't call you mine

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Coffee's cold, the diner's getting loud

The angel in my ear says, "Let's break out of this crowd"

It's time to go, well, that ain't nothing new

So, I'll just head on out of view, down the road a stone or two

With my Western way of leaving, a Southern style believing

My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition

To fill the rearview mirror with miles of Eastern pines

But I got no direction if I can't call you mine

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If you're gone, don't be gone for good

I'd turn back the time every morning if I could

So, here I lay, watch the fan blade cut a breeze

I dust off your memory 'cause I can't change what's come to be

I got a Western way of leaving, a Southern style believing

My Northern star for living, a weathered intuition

To fill the rearview mirror with miles of Eastern pines

But I got no direction if I can't call you mine

Oh, I got no direction if I can't call you mine

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