Smoke fills the dreams Of the live gone lonely Wait in line pay the man you might see John Barleycorn make his way Among the dirty diamonds Shared ground and common radar Honky tonks and biker bars Finding worth in this world From inside a rental car Roll on with the dreamers Believers in the steel eyed soul The blessing is counted When the deal goes down So on and on we roll Left to chance or left undone Miles to go chasing the sun The stones we throw always find us on the way down The pace that changes each breaking of light This man made destructive might They say love conquers all and every Don Quixote must have his day Roll on with the dreamers Believers in the steel eyed soul The blessing is counted When the deal goes down So on and on we roll
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