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Left the porch light burning low
Watched the gravel road grow long
Where the wild oats used to grow
Silent as an old love song
And the wind just whispers through the pines
Tracing out those old familiar lines
No more maps to guide us home
Just the dust where we used to roam (mmmmm)
Found your letter
in the drawer
Ink was faded, paper torn
We don't talk much anymore
Since the day that hope was born
And the wind just whispers through the pines
Tracing out those old familiar lines
No more maps to guide us home
Just the dust where we used to roam
(home,
yeah)
Just the dust... Where we used to roam (mmmmm)