The snow comes falling down
    
The flakes do their best to cover up the ground
    
And I'm inside looking out
    
The sun has swept away to make place for the night
    
 
  
Nothing left to do, nothing left to say
    
Cause I'm already on my way
    
Might have the wind in my face
    
But at least I'm on my way
    
 
  
  
Until I find my place I look for something new
    
And that's how I get my kicks
    
It's a constant search for something
    
  
 
  
  
want to 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 passing by    More from Bombshell Rocks