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I charged out on that interstate in a great big huff The fight we had just made me feel I had enough I felt like driving anywhere that left you far behind And I hated you at exit fifty-nine I passed the cars I passed the trucks I passed them all Saw you sitting home just waiting for my call But my angry heart would not allow an ounce of sympathy It was could as ice at exit sixty-three
With every passing mile the question seemed to grow Who was right and who was wrong and who's to know My anger turned to sorrow as my tears began to pour What a tangled mind at exit eighty-four The city slowly faded into farms and fields The world took on a different point of view I loosened up my grip around that steering wheel And I wondered if you were sorry too
(musique) I rolled the window down at exit ninety-one
Felt the cool wind blowing through my hair I saw the crimson light embrace the setting sun And suddenly I wished you were there I couldn't wait to stop and find a telephone To call you up and tell you I was coming home Funny how a ribboned road can make you change your mind And I loved you at exit ninety-nine
Funny how a ribboned road can make you change your mind I knew I loved you, at exit, ninety-nine