There's a road I know
Winding through the shade in my soul
There's a deep clear creek
There perfect place to watch a sink
Where I can breathe

What a crazy life
That's flying by
We only survive to get done
We all live and die on borrowed time
On a rock we ride around the sun

And I know I know
All I ever want is to go slow
But I'm runnin' fast pace
Acting like I gotta go and win a race
What kind of sense does that make?

And listen to wind in the trees
The sun on my shoulders, sometimes that's all I need

Writer(s): Frank Rogers, Granger Smith<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com