Back in the woods under ashes, there is a stone.
That says he was here a long time ago.
I wonder if he'll ever pass this way again. <br>But I know that no one ever goes home again.

I'm crossing over county lines,
I'm tired of drinking 3.2 beer.
I'm crossing over n my mind,
Forget about the last five years.

Back in the woods along the dirt tracks, there is a house.
An old woman on the porch ith three dogs one of them blind.
Who knows what will happen, or what blind dogs see?
I wish there was someplace I really wanted to be