There is a stone
And 100 yards away
There is a rock
There is a house
And on the other side
There is a stream
Where we cool our feet
When we get home
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When we get home
Home from work
When we get home from work
Victorville
Seems so far away
Out on the edge
Of the Mojave
We light a fire
With tumble weeds
Cast out our shadows
Like Joshua trees
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Every night
At 10pm
We find a bed
Lay down our heads
The warm wind blows
Against the window shade
And we dream about
Moving away