the snow comes falling down

the flakes do their best to cover up the ground

and i'm inside lookin out

the sun has swept away to make place for the
night

nothing left to do nothing left to say

cuz i'm already on my way

might have the wind in my face

but at least i'm on my way

i'm always on the move

until i find my place i look for something new

and thats how i get my kicks

it's a constant search for something

something more than this

i start dreaming away

wanna roll into the sunset

in a 56 chevrolet

with you right by my side

last rays of the evening sun

reflects in the fields and the lakes

and the rivers we're passin by