| This territory I have crossed don’t even have a name
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| So while the stranger could get lost, but pretty just the same
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| I don’t have much of anything; |
| no home, no child, no wife
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| I only own the open rain and what’s left of my life
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| Can I buy a ticket with my solitude in a different past?
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| Write a happy ending to a story that might last
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| 'Cause time is catchin' up with me and gainin' on me fast
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| And here I am with nothin' hidin' up my sleeve
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| I’m a rider from nowhere
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| With no compass and no guide
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| I am carried by the wind, I’m a trade that has no end
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| With no partner by my side
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| Just a rider from nowhere
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| And no other man’s concern
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| Just a shadow in the trees, shapeless fading by the grease
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| Past the point of no return
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| I can’t reclaim a single breath of life or change a single spot
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| I can’t devise some cheap disguise, be somethin' that I’m not
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| But still I just might save my life with one last chance lucky shot
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| So here I am, a drifter dreamin' in my tracks
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| Just a rider from nowhere
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| I have ridden off the map
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| Or in a border you can draw, I am far beyond it all
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| Or the jaws of any track
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| Just a rider from nowhere
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| With a whole lot left to learn
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| And I’d like to be your friend, but I’m from nowhere like the wind
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| And to nowhere I’ll return
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| And I’d like to be your friend, but I’m from nowhere like the wind
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| And to nowhere I’ll return
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| And I wanna be your friend, but I’m from nowhere like the wind
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| And to nowhere I’ll return |