The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.
Albert Camus
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Been Too Long on the Road
Always look so good on the outside
When you get to believin' it's true,
Then you know that you're on your way
People tug on your shirt, say you're lucky
You've got ev'rything you want, but you don't
Yet you dare not say
Go downtown people runnin' around
They climb slowly draggin' you downtown,
Horns make a dent in your mind
Plush rooms make a blindin' your eye to see,
Blindin' me. Light, lovely light,
Won't ya' shine in my window
Love, precious love won't ya' fill ev'ry room,
Been too long on the road.
Maybe cynics veins are my life blood
Maybe bitin' the hand that I feed so I'll try
Try to understand what it is that devours your freedom,
Makes you drop what you used to hold in your heart.
All the things you planned
Go upstairs with a someone who says she cares,
Like the devil she does,
What comes ever into your mind?
Then gone, leavin' you with the coldest room,
Oldest gloom. Warm, won't you be,
Please be there in my winter.
Love, precious love won't ya' come full circle,
Been too long on the road.
How can I do this to myself?
Have I taken leave of my senses?
What kind of changes make a man
Want to tear down all his fences
Whoa, I'd like to know. Home ever home,
How could I ever doubt you
Love, precious love, how could I live without you?
Been too long on the road.