We don't know this road we ride on   We don't barely know ourselves   Don't take nothing for granted   Don't take nothing from no one else      The kids we were when we were younger   Rolled the years like cigarettes   She kept her dreams in her back pocket   An' I though I lost mine on a stupid race track bet      She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time      Spent a while in Minnesota   Trego, Minong, and the rest   Found and old friend and a malt shop and a junk yard   An' got the fever and headed west      The Rocky Mountains broke her ankle   Lake Louise broke her fall   We watched the seasons change Canada   You know it don't get much better than this at all.      She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time      Thumbed a ride outside the foothills   It felt like something in us died   So why'd they have to clear cut anyway she cried   You don't wanna pick on no one twice your size.      My old man lives out on the island   Apples, berries, pie, and jam   We had our fill so me and Jill rolled down the hill   To find some work for the winter months ahead      She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time      The northwest winters are cold and rainy   This old house up beacon hill   You know there's days we wanna roll outta here   When the weather clears we probably will      We don't take nothing for granted   And don't take nothing from no one else   we don't know this road we ride on   Hell, we don't barely know ourselves   We don't barely know ourselves      She is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time