| Another week in the driver’s seat
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| With your feet up on the dashboard
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| Rain, it kept a steady beat
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| As I watched you dream of Houston
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| I ain’t never going back
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| Yes sir, that’s a fact
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| As you waved your cowboy hat
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| And sang «The Yellow Rose Of Texas»
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| Just trying to make high ground
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| Has kept us on the run
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| There’s no crime in towing the line
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| 'Cause fortune is smiling on us, baby
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| And we’re gonna walk in the sun
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| I might dream about Houston
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| But Houston don’t dream about me
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| If I could keep it between the lines
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| Who knows what will be?
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| Loose change days and motel nights
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| Day old coffee, dollar postcards
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| State trooper’s flashing lights
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| As we listen to the thunder
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| As we talk about our past
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| So we see our coming future
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| You tell me you know love can last
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| While staring out the window
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| Just looking for a place to hide
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| A place to ease our minds
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| A place away from yesterday
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| Close to tomorrow, away from the sorrows
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| Of living other people’s time
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| I might dream about Houston
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| But Houston don’t dream about me
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| If I could keep it between the lines
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| Who knows what will be?
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| (How long, how long) Till we feel the change?
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| (How long, how long) Will the skies be gray?
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| (How long, how long) Will it be this way?
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| (How long, how long) Will she stay?
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| I might dream about Houston
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| But Houston don’t dream about me
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| If I could keep it between the lines
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| Who knows what will be?
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| I might dream about Houston
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| But Houston don’t dream about me
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| If I could keep it between the lines
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| Who knows what
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| Who knows what
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| Who knows what will be? |