Horizons fade in a rear view mirror, To let me know that I have gone. I feel it now, up in my chest, For the people I have known for so long. Well, sometimes I go home, just to see them, We pour a strong one, then we’re right back again. Well, it’s good to know they’re there, To tell me how it’s been.
In the hills of ole Missouri, A woman’s life is looking dim. While grandma watches “Wheel of Fortune,” Because she knows that her’s is already well spent. Well, even though she’s gone, I can hear her laugh, Yeah, it won’t be long, till I hear it coming back. Well, I know that she’d be pleased, To know that it will last.
I once had someone on my mind, Until I carved her name into a tree. Because who could find a pretty knife, Sharp enough for what we’d need? Well, things will look a lot better, when they ain’t looking down, So take a deep breath, watch the people walking around. Well, I hope it won’t be long, Till she pulls me to the ground.
Out on the road, heading toward the city, I open up my eyes wide now, Because I know it ain’t make believe, But children always seem so proud. With one step to make, and one shoe to shine, If I find a friend, I’ll probably be fine. Well, I think I just got caught, In another nine to five.