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Turned up the volume in my
Old truck, tried to drown those
Old troubled voices in my head

Somewhere I hear intuition
Crying out and wishing
I'd set down my regrets

In the jubilation, wine stains
Song lines and cocaine
The sacred and the profane collide

I guess I'm just along for the ride
Gliding down this road another night
You're the only home I've ever tried
I can hear the engine running
Ride on home, ride on

You picked out a lonely rose
And rushed off to find me
Oh, you did your best to win my love

We walked down a broken road
I clung to your overcoat
And some old stars lined up above

You found all my diamonds in the mud
Then washed them all
And dusted off my dirty angel wings

I guess I'm just along for the ride
Gliding down this road another night
You're the only home I've ever tried
I can hear the engine running
Ride on home, ride on