Album: Acoustic

Sarah in the Summer

I've driven this road as a stranger
I've driven this road as a friend
I've driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist
And I'm drivin on it once again
It might be cold and long and lonely
But she's waiting on the other side
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
And joyfully I ride.
I climb through Georgetown, Silver Plume
The tunnel at Lovelands' Cove/cold?
The lake on the left is a little low
Route 9 is the Breckenridge road??
There's a sign right below Copper Mountain
Telling wheter Independence runs free/where the weather & independence run free
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
And that's where I wanna be
In the evening shadow of Red Butte
Up the lane from the slaughter house bridge
The first cabin the moonlight strikes as it crests the cleft in Hunter Crick Ridge
Up frombetween old Red and Smuggler
Rising high on a piano bench there
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
And what lies between beware
What lies between, beware
And the red sandstone sentinels rising high on either side
As I follow the Eagle Valley
Through the canyon where the saints reside
In Mt Snowmass's majesty south
And east out of Glennwood Springs
And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer
Where the roaring river sings
Where the roaring river sings.