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All roads lead to my house

Take the right on the worn out street

Near the school from long ago



You'll always be able to find me

All roads seem to wind and twist to my

Quaint and cozy house



I'll be waiting with arms open

Even if you never choose to arrive

I'll still sit on my tiny porch  



With my hands under my chin

Just sitting there, in my blue capris

And my tiny white shirt



While I hum to unknown music

From far away in my mind

Eyes closed,  I'll just keep waiting



To hear the engine of your truck

Nearing its destination

All roads lead here

To this small house

This small community



Yet no one knows me

They'll occasionally stare at me

And wonder maybe why I'm so broken

Or so still to wait for you

But they'll never get an answer



I'll wait forever

As long as you know that all you have to do

Is follow the road

And you'll end up here