we are bound for wyoming, july '91. by way of the mountains, open road and the sun. i'll crash while you drive to the next state line. we can make silverton before morning time. a crush on a girl back home in houston. i'll write her postcards and fall asleep to her face. under stars and ashes of a campfire light. if she breaks my heart, lord it won't be tonight. day six and clouds follow the car. like we're fugitives on the run. but i'll chase the aspens into sky. rain or shine, the highway's still mine