Whether it's rock and roll or old soul (It don't
I was lostI thought the losing dice were tossedDidn’t know
All of the cold winds blowingThrough our neighborhoodsWhile my frustration’s
As I’m looking out my windowI could see my timewith
Sitting here thinking about the times we sharedThe love you
When I wake up in the morningI now you’re always
Traveling across the highwaysI’m seeing many placesI’m hearing many voicesIâ
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