|Done laid around, done stayed around|
This old town too long
And it seems like I’ve got to travel on
|So kiss me and smile for me|
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me goI’m leavin’ on a jet plane
I don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
|Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.|
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads.
|I wanna run, I want to hide|
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
|Billionaire Paul Singer’s latest letter to Elliott investors lays out 5 doomsday scenarios for the global economy|
Take me on a trip,
I’d like to go some day.
Take me to New York,
I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
|Sweet dreams are made of this|
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody’s looking for somethingSome of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused