Just arrived Barstow. Sleep now. Drove all night.
"My time coming, any day, don't worry bout me, no
Been so long I felt this way, ain't in no hurry, no
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go.
California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door!
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm gonna shine!"
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