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Down the Line

We're Going Home

We're Going Home

There are things to remember and things to forget

Let us roam along the highway and let go of all regrets

Let it go


Living life to the fullest with the lows and all the highs

Let us dance along the river and kiss the moon goodnight

Goodnight


We all live in the middle but dream on the other side

So give it up for the fiddle and move on down the line


Will we all hold for ransom or give it another go

Let us roll down the valley and pray to the holy ghost

Let us go


We all live in the middle but dream on the other side

So give it up for the fiddle and move on down the line


They play the fool

They know its true

They bend the rules

How about you, who plays the fool


May we all live forever and hold each other up

Let us fly to the heavens and drink from the loving cup

Drink it up


We all live in the middle but dream on the other side

So give it up for the fiddle and move on down the line


Listen

We're Going Home

We're Going Home

We're Going Home

We’ve been up and we’ve been down

Let’s keep the faith on this holy ground 

No need to rush a good thing here

In this lost lost and found 


We’ve walked through the fire and we’ve walked through the rain

Let’s head on out to ease the pain

Don’t let them know that the coast is clear

No more walk of shame 


Can you hear that train roll on

All these miles and miles ain’t wrong

We got to get there baby I swear

We’re going home


We’ve been in and we’ve been out

Let’s share the ride it’s what it’s all about

Follow your heart and let it show

That you're standing proud


Can you hear that train roll on

All these miles and miles ain’t wrong

We got to get there baby I swear

We’re going home


There’s more to come both young and old

Let’s climb these hills and move on down the road

It’s what you carry and just leave the rest

Take silver and gold, silver and gold

Listen

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