There's a road outside of Columbus, Ohio. Feels like I drove along for year. This Midwest way of ease it surrounds us. I cannot deny the rhythm here. And as I pull away from Riverside beside me. That High Street never looked so good. I miss my lady even though she often writes me. She tells me tales of my neighborhood.
Suprise, suprise. I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple year I've spent. I found I have a second home.
As I'm blazing down my trail to education, There's no bliss in ignorance for me. I stop and stare, a breath of air might slow me down some. But that's just fine with me.
Suprise, suprise. I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple year I've spent. I found I have a second home.
I never traveled far. Two hundred miles to go. That boulevard will take me home.
Suprise, suprise. I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple year I've spent. I found I have a second home. Suprise, suprise. I traveled here. Four hundred miles from where I'm known. My friends are here. A couple year I've spent. I found I have a second home.