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Here it is Saturday again As I think about last night And how what I wanted you can’t give And how there was no point to our fight

Chorus: Out at the end of Stagg’s Bend Road Maybe I can make it come right Coming back out to Stagg’s Bend Road Before the end of this night

There’s nothing out here for anyone Not even teenagers looking for love All I’m looking for is inside Nowhere under the stars above

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A dry stream bed, lots of gravel, never gold Not a place of mystery, just a place of cold So why do I live if you aren’t a part? No new adventures, I don’t want to start

But no no no don’t worry about that I’ll be at work on Monday Doing what I’m supposed to do But always hoping that one day

I’ll lose the pull of Stagg’s Bend Road I’ll find a way to sleep tight Don’t need the view at Stagg’s Bend Road Tomorrow I might catch an early flight