Where does the wind blow,
where does the sun go,
when you say you won't be here anymore?

So doctor tell me,
how will you cure me,
when I find out that my best days are gone?

I'm on the road now
I've got friends in every town
Don't get to stay long
But I'm coming back around

I've got one hand out the window, one hand on the wheel
Let the wind blow through my fingers
Let the sun be how I feel
Feels like a freight train
Feels like a cold, cold rain
It starts out slow, coming heavy in the end...

I'm going to LBJ
I'm already on my way
To see a girl who's a little bit more than a friend
And we'll walk outside, light a rocket to the sky
With a love that's always blind, but it's enough to get us by
We're standing on the lawn on the 4th of July
And the bombs in the air bring the color to your eyes, to your eyes
Oh, to your eyes.

And it'll be better next year, my dear.
It'll be better next year!

Lyrics submitted by saffroncity

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