in the fall leaves turn brown nature sngs it song takes its course now i know il be aveling on winters comming theeairis gettng cold birds are flying down teh highway in the sky this place is chaningso ami ive got to leave itall behind then someday ill beback to to claim whats mine and ont wory someday ill be comming home
yes and dnt worry nw someay ill be comming home
i dont knwo where i want to go but theres one thing i know ive got o be on my own s watch meas i go rambling down the road singing songs of tales untold mystery men and the day of old im going where my dreams can b where life is not reality where visons clad in colos true can ake me wher eim going to anddont worry someday ill be cmmng home yes and dontworry now someday ill be comming home
i dont now what im looking for im ooking for an open door to take me wher ei can live my life the way wantto ill do things my way right or wrong play and sing all day long have my and tret it well and be kind to my fellow man you may say this aint right thats how ill go about my life ill be light as a feather floating here and there i dont know someday ill be comming home
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