I went travelling down a long paved road
listening to the radio playing
I heard a song about a white winged dove singing.
There were shore lined miles of open sky
A picture postcard lullaby
the mocking bird just could not sing
so I was trying.
I watched the golden hills roll by me
A speed limit sign read forty-five
But I felt
like I was flying.
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