"When the wind blows, and the rain feels cold with a head full of snow. With a head full of snow. In the window there's a face you know. Don't the nights pass slow? Don't the nights pass slow? The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind. Just another mad, mad day on the road. Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes, gonna warm my bones. Gonna warm my bones. I got silence on my radio, let the airwaves flow. Let the airwaves flow. Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies. Just another mad, mad day on the road. My dream is fading down the railway line. I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road."
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