Outside and Away
When I was a young man
I looked up at the sky
and saw a plane
going away
When I was a young man
I looked outside the classroom window
and saw a train
going away
When I was a young man
I looked down at the highway
wondering where it ended
far, far away
When, for just a little moment
I saw my family, my church
And wondered to myself:
Why should I be
going away?
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