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W e don 't know this road we ride on
W e don't b arely know ourselves
D on't take nothing for granted
D on't take nothing from no one else
The kids we were when we were younger
Rolled the years like cigarettes
She kept her dreams in her back pocket
An' I though I lost mine on a stupid race track bet
S he is ki nd (what's) hers is min e ain't got noth ing but plenty of ti me
Spent a while in Minnesota
Trego Minong and the rest
Found and old friend and a malt shop and a junk yard
An' got the fever and headed west
The Rocky Mountains broke her ankle
Lake Louise broke her fall
We watched the seasons change Canada
You know it don't get much better than this at all.
She is kind (what's) hers is mine ain't got nothing but plenty of time
Thumbed a ride outside the foothills
It felt like something in us died
So why'd they have to clear cut anyway she cried
You don't wanna pick on no one twice your size.
My old man lives out on the island
Apples berries pie and jam
We had our fill so me and Jill rolled down the hill
To find some work for the winter months ahead
She is kind (what's) hers is mine ain't got nothing but plenty of time
The northwest winters are cold and rainy
This old house up beacon hill
You know there's days we wanna roll outta here
When the weather clears we probably will
We don't take nothing for granted
And don't take nothing from no one else
we don't know this road we ride on
Hell we don't barely know ourselves
W e don't ba rely kno w ourselv es
She is kind (what's) hers is mine ain't got nothing but plenty of time
