It doesn't matter where you roam
When no one's left to call you home
I might have strayed a bit to far
I'm counting all the moonlit stars and
I'm a little lost at sea
I'm a little birdie in a big old tree
Ain't nobody looking for me
Here out on the highway
But I will be found
When my time comes down
I will be found
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