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We bid our friends goodbye |
We promised we would write them |
And headed north up 95 |
Into the great unknown |
We turned up our stereo |
I felt so reckless and alive |
We didn't know who we would be |
We didn't know where we would end up |
When we headed down that road |
A little food and our guitars |
In the backseat and that old cello |
The one that would get stolen |
In a town in Idaho |
And it's a long way to Michigan and back |
And it's a long way |
Yes it's a long way, the clouds upon our backs |
And it's a long, long, long, long way |
And I have never seen |
Reflections of the cleanest |
Of blue as in Minnesota lakes |
Those were the longest nights |
Of wood smoke and Northern Lights |
As we talked until the morning came |
The light of glowing embers |
As sweet as I remember |
Among the rustling of the trees |
The legend of the harvest moon |
And sweet ballad of the loon |
I felt as ancient as I was meant to be |
And it's a long way to Tennessee and back |
And it's a long way |
Yes it's a long way, the clouds upon our backs |
And it's a long, long, long, long way |
I called you from a payphone |
In windy, cold Missoula |
And then from Midland in the rain |
No place as proud and sad as |
The South Dakota badlands |
They touched me more than I could explain |
A dirt poor reservation |
Where the Oglala Nation |
Tries to hang on to its ways |
A feather and Peyote pipe |
A six pack of Miller Light |
Sits on the dashboard of a beat up Chevrolet |
And it's a long way to Washington and back |
And it's a long way |
Yes it's a long way on the worn out heels of Kerouac |
And it's a long, long, long, long way |
Out in California |
We touched the other ocean |
And I still have that jar of sand |
In the Arizona desert |
The sky goes on forever |
You've never seen a thing as grand |
North Montana was cold |
She keeps her secrets frozen |
Under glaciers way up north |
People have got lost up there |
In the home of the grizzly bear |
You can ask the mountain |
But the mountain doesn't care |
And it's a long way to Delaware and back |
And it's a long way |
Yes it's a long way, the clouds up on our backs |
And it's a long, long, long, long way |
It's a long way on the worn out heels of Kerouac |
And it's a long, long, long, long way |
Long Way
Written by Antje Duvekot
As recorded by Antje Duvekot on The Near Demise of the High Wire Dancer