it’s still crystal clear
España that year
I was out and as free
as I’d ever be
no family no things
the wind in my wings
the wind in my wings
untethered untied
alone on a ride
that took me inside
for the very first time
a pilgrim a rambler
a dreamer a gambler
a drunkard a liar
a lover of fire
free of god free of sin
without and within
oh jesus my friend
put me on the road again
oh jesus my friend
put me on the road again
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