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Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down

And I'm checking out the road signs
Highway hotels
And their air-conditioned cable-ready cold padded cells
And we read them like stories
In trash magazines
We ain't really sure what it means

We've been wandering alone such a long time
Lose our way as we go town to town
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down

Well I'll ride this motorway
For a thousand miles a day
Til the road runs out of blacktop
Or I will this world away
And each town is steeped in rain
And I know each one by name
Cause this road is wrapped around me
And I wear it like a chain

We've been wandering alone such a long time
Lose our way as we go town to town
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down
Believe us to be born into a path straight and narrow
On every crooked road we travel down