Finish Line


Hello friend. It's been too long
and every town sings the same sad song.
Without you here this hotel year
will sure slow down with so much left to hear.

Let's jet back down.
Blast stereos loud.
Let's jet back down that highway now.

This finish line is almost here.
Then someone softly whispers in my ear...
That times like these are memories
to hold deep down inside of you and me.

I'm note leaving.
I'm note leaving you.
Good-bye friend. I won't be long
and until then we'll sing the same sad song.

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