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New Mexico 87
We ride across the sky with the wheels on the ground
Big dreams in pink clouds are bright
An old life left behind in the rearview mirror and 218 miles to Raton
Native American trailer parks beneath mist of mountains
Dirt roads that dead end and lead to EVERYWHERE
Scents of juniper and pinion and fall air
Lands that have not changed in a thousand years
EVERYTHING is in this moment
Big dreams in pink clouds are bright
An old life left behind in the rearview mirror and 218 miles to Raton
Native American trailer parks beneath mist of mountains
Dirt roads that dead end and lead to EVERYWHERE
Scents of juniper and pinion and fall air
Lands that have not changed in a thousand years
EVERYTHING is in this moment
Published 29th Mar 2012
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