From the recording VIII

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Now I don’t know you and you don’t
know me
I’m grateful for your company
I’ll speak these words as to a friend
Then I’ll be on my weary way again

I tell you in confidence
I’d give all I own
From my wandering to be free, from this
dark road to see
The lights of home

Memory has a mighty power
To illuminate a lonely hour
A willow by a waterfall
Flashes on a hotel wall

From gilded cities and crowded skies
To desolate highways that hypnotize
Rolling wheels sing a traveler’s song
To the ones like us who’ve been gone
too long