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On a two lane road through the mountains |
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I am taking the corners too fast |
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My head is spinning as fast as my wheels |
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Shifting from future to past |
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So many things to attend to |
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So many places to be |
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The mountains roll right past my window |
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Like a half-watched bar room TV |
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If I could die just for a moment |
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Let these worries work themselves out |
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If it would all go on without me |
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Tell me what's all this worry about? |
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A promise is not like a moment |
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A moment's not something you keep |
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I've made too many promises lately |
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And the woods are lovely, dark and deep |
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I remember this friend down in Florida |
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She used to get lost just for fun |
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She'd take any turn that presented itself |
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Just to see where the road might run |
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It's amazing the places they'd take her |
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The people and things that she'd find |
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I've been meaning to look her up again |
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But I can't seem to find the time |
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Trying to make all the ends meet |
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It's like I'm skating the edge of a knife |
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I'm so busy making a living |
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I've got no time for a life |
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If I could die just for a moment |
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Let these worries work themselves out |
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If it would all go on without me |
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Tell me what's all this worry about? |
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A promise is not like a moment |
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A moment's not something you keep |
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I've made too many promises lately |
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And the woods are lovely, dark and deep |
