(Country music-style waltz, written around 1978)<\/p>\n
There’s a big storm formin’ in Cheyenne, Wyoming,
\nI guess it’s time I hit the road;
\nI been drivin’ all night and it’s just gettin’ light,
\nThis old diner is feelin’ like home;
\nBut I’ll give you a call, and I hope that I hear your hello
\nAt the end of the line;
\nAnd then maybe you’ll say, “Hey, that’s a very long way just to see me,
\nDo you need a place to stay?”<\/p>\n
CHORUS:<\/p>\n
And that would be music to my ears
\nWith the years we’ve wasted, the sadness we’ve tasted,
\nI’d forget it all with your hello;
\nFor that would be music to my ears.<\/p>\n
I’m beginnin’ to feel that the only things real
\nAre music, the road, and your smile;
\nAnd as I’m watchin’ the rain, I’m feelin’ the pain
\nOf not knowin’ if I’ll see that again;
\nSo I’ll try you again
\nAnd I hope that I’ll hear your hello
\nAt the end of the line
\nAnd that maybe you’ll say, “Hey, that’s a very long way
\nJust to see me, do you need a place to stay?”<\/p>\n
CHORUS<\/p>\n
As Laramie’s thunderin’, I’m set to wondering
\nIf all that we had was a lie;
\nOr lovers’ confusion, a romantic illusion,
\nI’m so sorry that I made you cry.<\/p>\n
CHORUS<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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