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miles to go

In the silence it became so very clear

That you had long ago disappeared

And I cursed myself for being surprised

That this didn't play like it did in my mind


All the way from San Francisco

As I chased the end of your rope

'Cause I've still got miles to go


And I want to know my fate

If I keep up this way

And it's hard to want to stay



When everyone you meet

They all seem to be asleep

And you wonder if you're missing your dream

You can't see your dream


And then it started getting dark

And I trudged back to where the car was parked

No closer to any kind of truth

As I must assume was the case with you

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Taken on December 12, 2008