I took a good look
At my home town,
Potholes in the streets
Amidst shades of brown.
The clouds above
Are flying fast and low,
Bringing us another late winter snow.

The years cloud my memory
At every turn,
Passing family and friends
As I try to learn,
The value of experience,
And relationships that last,
Come hold my hand
Cause I'm getting old fast,
And my choices had better be the right ones.

It would be so easy
To choose a new route,
Just listen to the whisper,
And point the truck south.
Climb in right beside me,
And rest under my arm,
We'll drive as far as we need to,
Till the cold air turns warm.

We did what they wanted
Whenever we could,
We followed the rules
Like Mom said we should.
But now they're all gone,
Or making plans of their own,
Running as fast as they can,
To get out of town.

I'll hold you close
Because this is our time,
We've finally worked our way
To the head of the line.
Let's leave em behind
And choose our own road,
Just give it some gas,
And get ahead of the snow.

You're all I need
To see me through,
It doesn't take much
For us to make do.
Just grab your coat,
And I'll warm up the truck,
I've got my checkbook,
And with a little luck,
We'll make Paradise by noon.