You're crazy whiskey wisdom
Never made no sense to me
Maybe it was the only way
That ever set you free
High up in those mountains
In your mind
Searching for your summer
In wintertime
There were no roads to find you
In those highways in the sky
Whichever way the wind blew
So time couldn't pass you by
And you never dreamed
Of ever coming down.
No love was ever waiting
On the ground
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