let the lights turn green   and let the roads be clear   and let nobody be in the way      daylight traffic moves so slow   going to finally let you go   dogwoods bloom by the river      come hell or high water   you'll be there where i ought to   now i always want to be there   when you work the whole thing through      you ask me to decide   like there's a choice that matters   like writing letters everyday   broke at last, you're eyes won't fail   walking out on the wrong day   going to love you anyway      come hell or high water   you'kk be there where i ought to    now i always want to be there   when you come out the other side      everything i thought we knew    someone's old is our new   hits me like a hurricane      blue eyed mornings don't come cheap   talk too much, too easily   but there's always more to say