Passing Through.

Oh, nothin’ gets me high like the sun in the sky,
beatin’ heat over my shoulders as I pass on by.

Nothin’ is as rare as the taste of the air,
as I’m walking down the highway to I don’t know where.

Nothin’ I can do but pass on through,
Hopin’ every step I take brings me closer to you.

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