| Air in my lungs |
| Till the road begins |
| As the last of the bugs |
| Leave their homes again |
| And I’m splittin' the road down the middle |
| For a minute, the world seemed so simple |
| Feel the rush of my blood |
| I’m seventeen again |
| I am not scared of death |
| I’ve got dreams again |
| It’s just me and the curve of the valley |
| And there is meanin' on earth, I am happy |
| Oh |
| Oh |
| Past Alger Brook Road |
| I’m over the bridge |
| A minute from home, but I feel so far from it |
| The death of my dog |
| The stretch of my skin |
| It’s all washin' over me, I’m angry again |
| The things that I lost here, the people I knew |
| They got me surrounded for a mile or two |
| The car’s in reverse |
| I’m grippin' the wheel |
| I’m back between villages |
| And everything’s still |
| Well, I’d—for me personally—I found that town big enough for anything that I |
| want |
| Mean, I’m not a city girl, by any means |
| Drive to this store I love was a meaning to me because I grew up there |
| Well, I guess, it’s a small, small community of people that wholly look out for |
| each other. And it’s the same way with anybody that |
| The things that I lost here, the people I knew |
| They got me surrounded for a mile or two |
| Left at the graveyard, I’m driving past ghosts |
| Their arms are extended, my eyes start to close |
| The car’s in reverse |
| I’m grippin' the wheel |
| I’m back between villages |
| And everything’s still |