By Quentin
We were driving along
And I'd always wondered
Where that road went to
So we turned around
And took ourselves
A little detour
And a mile turned into twenty,
Then to fifty
Soon we were so lost
And so far gone
That any way we turned
Would have to be on the way back home
We stopped at a bar in Valentine
And Johnny met a girl with a Mexican name
And I never saw Johnny again
And a mile turned into twenty,
Then to fifty
Soon we were so lost
And so far gone
That any way we turned
Would have to be on the way back home
There are probably sadder stories that I could tell
But I'm afraid this one
Might just end in hell
So I stopped to ask directions
At a small church
near Las Cruces, New Mexico
The preacher,
he pointed back east and said
The Way of the Cross leads Home
And a mile turned into twenty
Then to fifty
And soon I was close
And so far along
That I could see the lights
On my way back Home.
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