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点击复制The moment I roll the window down
The wind shapes my hair into something free
A dusty folk song on the radio
Singing of a place that has no name
Bought a cup of sweet tea from a roadside stand
The lady smiled like a distant hill in sun
You said this road has no direction
I said no direction is a direction hon
The sky is so blue so slow to change
The clouds got lost forgot to rearrange
And here we are just wasting time away
As if time itself was made to waste today
So let the wind blow over hills and fields of gold
Over all the distant places we may never hold
It's alright if we don't say a word
Even the wind knows
How light this journey is how bright the road
We passed a little town still fast asleep
White shirts on a clothesline swaying in the sun
You showed me mist upon the mountainside
Like milk someone had spilled just for fun
We stopped to take a blurry photograph
Not to remember just to have this breath
You said someday when we think back on this
The wind will be the one that remembers best
The day fades slow so slow to end
The setting sun turns the whole road gold again
And here we are just driving into dusk
As if the dusk itself is where we're meant to land
So let the wind blow over hills and fields of gold
Over all the distant places we may never hold
It's alright if we don't say a word
Even the wind knows
How light this journey is how bright the road
And when we're old sitting beneath the eaves
Will we think back to this windy summer breeze
Questions with no answers
We'll leave them to the leaves
Fade out with guitar harmonics whistling melody wind sounds
The window's rolled down
The wind is still the same wind now
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