I know, I know you ought to go
But now it feels like it was before
Yeah it sounds to me like a silver breeze
On a highway, we're the tall tall trees
What's over the hill? What's over the hill?
This is what I write, this is what I write
Seven times you tried, to keep them all alive
But no matter what, it's still you you've got
Yeah it sounds to me like a silver breeze
On a highway, we're the tall tall trees
What's over the hill? What's over the hill?
This is what I write, this is what I write