Album: Paper Sun
Signs for cherries all along the highway
from White Lake, north to home.
Sunflowers line the crooked fence rails.
It's a long and winding road.
Smokey haze from the summer's fires.
I long to see the bare, bright sky.
Maybe this year I will change my life.
I'm tired of this traffic and this dust.
I won't let this highway take me from you.
All this smoke won't get the best of us.
Smokey haze from the summer's fires.
I long to see the bare, bright sky.
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