fall by the wayside

This travellin’s not all it’s cracked up to be
How ’bout we stop right here
and make a place for you and me.
We will take the stars above
and the land under our feet
to make this sweet home sweet.
When I think of all the country I’ve seen
in the twists and turns of every road,
I know this gypsy’s all but ready to unload.
And, you know, No one will even miss us.
We won’t even have to say goodbye.
One night we’ll just quietly fall by the wayside.

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