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The End is Not in Sight

(Steve Einhorn & Kate Power)
written by H. Russell Smith
Guess I knew it all along
I'd have to come back home
'Cause this living on the road
Only makes me tired and sore

Like a bird without a nest
Like a stranger in the night
And my soul cries out for rest
But the end is not in sight


Taste like sweet magnolia wine
Honey dripping from your mouth
And that sweet little gal of mine
She's the finest in the south

And the days are getting longer
And the nights are getting colder
Just wanna come back home
Lay my head down on your shoulder