I can't count the barns I've passed.  Painted red, white, and black, see rock city.  And up ahead there's a turn.  Take me through Galtinburg, I hear it's pretty.  Maybe some other time. I can't slow down.  Right across that state line. Right about now.    [Chours]  Her hair's still wet from her bath.  She's sitting on the front porch, with a glass of ice tea.  In my sweat shirt, in her bare feet.  This I gotta see.  If I can hurry I can catch. The colors on her skin from that sunset.  And her face and that look.   Waiting on me.  This I gotta see.... This I gotta see.    I can't wait to get to her.  Man I wish I were there already.  She's the only thing that keeps.   This world from driving me crazy.  I just hit that city limit.  Yeah and that's a pretty good sign.  And if i pick it up a bit.   I'll be right on time.    [Repeat Chourus Twice]  Her hair's still wet from her bath.  She's sitting on the front porch, with a glass of ice tea.  In my sweat shirt, in her bare feet.  This I gotta see.  If I can hurry I can catch. The colors on her skin from that sunset.  And her face and that look.   Waiting on me.  This I gotta see.... This I gotta see.    these lyrics are submitted by Garrett Troike