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One coast to another, hearts on the line
of every state, and every city skyline
and I wish, on every crack of lightning
that you'll miss, me a little more with everyday
And I hope these postcards find you well
These roads all look the same, how are you
Did you get the letters that I sent
I wrote them on some truck stop placemats
Smoke or Fire, have become the anthem of this trip
and their words, they make so much sense you see
because every redwood and every canyon
they don't mean shit to me "cause I didn't see them with you"
And I hope these postcards find you well
These roads all look the same, how are you
Did you get the letters that I sent
I wrote them on some truck stop placemats
"We built these homes in each other's hearts so no matter where we go we're always coming home"
And I hope these postcards find you well
These roads all look the same, how are you
Did you get the letters that I sent
I wrote them on some truck stop placemats
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I wake up every morning, check my statements online
rarely a new deposit this gets harder all the time
maybe I need something stable, maybe I need a career
my life needs more routine but I'm going to give this one more year
I know, everything will work out in the end, or so they say
and whoa I know, everything will work out in the end,
and that's what keeps me sane
I've been living out of this bag, for the better part of a year
it holds everything that I need, but everyday I wish you were here
and these highways far from our home, I know like the country roads
I used to walk on warm nights when I was 12 years old
I know, everything will work out in the end, or so they say
and whoa I know, everything will work out in the end,
and that's what keeps me sane
and I just keep driving, just keep driving all night long
and I hope to hear that song
I know, everything will work out in the end, or so they say
and whoa I know, everything will work out in the end,
and that's what keeps me sane
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