Caledonia

I don't know if you can see
The changes that [bad word] over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where [bad word] from
That's the reason why I seem
So far away today
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Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me, now I'm going home
But if I should [bad word] a stranger
Know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had

Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the fellas and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes, there's no denying
I have traveled hard, sometimes with conscience flying
Somewhere with the wind
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Now I'm sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames have cooled, don't get any higher
They've withered, now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking, my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When hands have shaken, the kisses float
Then I will disappear
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Caledonia's been everything I've ever had