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This old four way stop
I've been here a lot
More times then I can count

Right goes to mamaa's place
Left to the interstae
Sraight ahead goes straght through town

It's good to be home
I waited way too long
A part of my heart has never been gone

Fingertips tappin' on the table top
She's right there with you but she's not
It's like she hears other voices when you talk
She can't stop
She's gotta go, doesn't know where, don't know why