I've often wished for that open road,
To find that place, where no one knows,
No one to ask, no white lies told,
A lonely place, yet not so cold.
How many times I've questioned why,
I've looked around, wished for the sky
But when the night time feels sublime,
My heart is home, right here, each time.
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