Driving down an endless road
Dreams of past and days of old
Different name I had back when
lights and Cameras sparkled than.
Now I'm left all alone
Wined and dined in glory days
Now it's truck stops and buffets
Who am I to cry this way?
For I was lost in my former days
I pray the good lord set my course
For he died for all upon the cross.
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