Sugar Bottom Road

Sugar Bottom Road

I set out to get lost on this beautiful morning
I set out to see if I could find my way
I don’t think that I could really get too far
I might already be there anyway
But these wheels go round and round
They’ve got a mind all of their own
And I’m driving
Out on Sugar Bottom Road

I’ve got a symphony blasting on my stereo
Mahler’s Third is calling forth the spring
The cellos thrum and the violins are rising
Cymbals crash, and all the choirs sing
And then everything is still
And a distant trumpet blows
And I’m driving
Out on Sugar Bottom Road

The banished one is dancing on the sunrise
I catch glimpses through the naked trees
She has come to bring us a new season
We just have to shake off one last freeze
And this wheel goes round and round
It’s got a mind all of its own
And this river she just flows
And I believe I’m heading home
And I’m driving
Out on Sugar Bottom Road

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