I've got nowhere to call home,
These desert miles become my friend,
And lead me down the road.
All I asks for a place to stay.
A room to call my own,
A sink, a stove and my guitar,
And someone I can love.
Five thousand miles have come and gone,
This empty feelings gone,
It won't take much, just wait and see,
Just listen to my song..
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