Copyright 2002 Damon Henrichs

Forty-five on a back road heading out of Fort Worth Texas

Two rings and one life stretchin’ out for miles before us

An ocean of bluebonnets

As far as we can see

Indian paintbrushes

Growing wild and free

Tunes up, top down so the wind can sing along

Look at this road we’re on

Now we're doin' eighty-five on a hard road heading towards nowhere fast

We saw all years of  warning signs but passed them by without a second glance

Slippin’ on a curve

Sliding through the rain

Searching for the brass ring

But lossin’ everything

I want to turn around the way seems so damn long

Look at this road we’re on

        Then we made a new connection when the rain and tears had dried

        You know It’s not the destination, the secret is the drive . . .

Solo

Now we’re doing 25, and we're taking time, on the backside of a rocky mountain pass

You and me and our little Ford getting by on barely quarter tank of gas

Hugging on the curves

Making on the mend

Living what the road

brings just around the bend

The way may be dark, but we keep driving for the dawn

Look at this road we’re on