words and music © jeremiah birnbaum
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fiogf49gjkf0d If I refuse to bend
maybe you'd understand then
without a hand to lend
to someone who once called me friend
so make your decision
I'll make no demand on my part
I've carried this burden so long
Lord, if I stop I will never get done
So many miles left to the sun
so many miles left to the sun
So many words unsaid
woven with so many threads
without a phrase to mend
you take what you need and pretend
and I'll make no more mention
of sweat that still burns from these deserts we've crossed
I've carried this burden so long
Lord, if I stop I will never get done
So many miles left to the sun
so many miles left to the sun
Somewhere, the road's always long
ferrying distance across
and if I see you depart
I will not refuse to recall
within a moment saved
knowing the frailty of chains
as the horizon runs
driving west, knowing you've gone
the needle's pushing a hundred
and the highway goes on
I've carried this burden so long
Lord, if I stop I will never get done
So many miles left to the sun
so many miles left to the sun
So many miles left to the sun
so many miles left to the sun.
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