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Dawn on the shoreline,
the salt in the air
We're packing the maps and the things we can spare
Oh, up to the hills where the road starts to rise
Chasing the blue
in the high mountain skies
Home is a promise we keep in our stride
We wind through the valley,
the river runs cold (ahhh)
And listen to stories
the old-timers told
Oh, up to the hills where the road starts to rise
Chasing the blue
in the high mountain skies
Home is a promise we keep in our stride
Driving into the sun
Into the sun