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| We bid our friends goodbye |
| We promised we would write them |
| And headed north up 95 |
| Into the great unknown |
| We turned up our stereo |
| I felt so reckless and alive |
| We didn't know who we would be |
| We didn't know where we would end up |
| When we headed down that road |
| A little food and our guitars |
| In the backseat and that old cello |
| The one that would get stolen |
| In a town in Idaho |
| And it's a long way to Michigan and back |
| And it's a long way |
| Yes it's a long way, the clouds upon our backs |
| And it's a long, long, long, long way |
| And I have never seen |
| Reflections of the cleanest |
| Of blue as in Minnesota lakes |
| Those were the longest nights |
| Of wood smoke and Northern Lights |
| As we talked until the morning came |
| The light of glowing embers |
| As sweet as I remember |
| Among the rustling of the trees |
| The legend of the harvest moon |
| And sweet ballad of the loon |
| I felt as ancient as I was meant to be |
| And it's a long way to Tennessee and back |
| And it's a long way |
| Yes it's a long way, the clouds upon our backs |
| And it's a long, long, long, long way |
| I called you from a payphone |
| In windy, cold Missoula |
| And then from Midland in the rain |
| No place as proud and sad as |
| The South Dakota badlands |
| They touched me more than I could explain |
| A dirt poor reservation |
| Where the Oglala Nation |
| Tries to hang on to its ways |
| A feather and Peyote pipe |
| A six pack of Miller Light |
| Sits on the dashboard of a beat up Chevrolet |
| And it's a long way to Washington and back |
| And it's a long way |
| Yes it's a long way on the worn out heels of Kerouac |
| And it's a long, long, long, long way |
| Out in California |
| We touched the other ocean |
| And I still have that jar of sand |
| In the Arizona desert |
| The sky goes on forever |
| You've never seen a thing as grand |
| North Montana was cold |
| She keeps her secrets frozen |
| Under glaciers way up north |
| People have got lost up there |
| In the home of the grizzly bear |
| You can ask the mountain |
| But the mountain doesn't care |
| And it's a long way to Delaware and back |
| And it's a long way |
| Yes it's a long way, the clouds up on our backs |
| And it's a long, long, long, long way |
| It's a long way on the worn out heels of Kerouac |
| And it's a long, long, long, long way |
Long Way
Written by Antje Duvekot
As recorded by Antje Duvekot on The Near Demise of the High Wire Dancer