Lyrics

Driving in a car
going to Rhode Island.
All the truckstops have turned
into Burger Kings
since the last time
we’ve come this way.

I remember well,
was a highway mountain
I think in ‘85
Were we half this age
since the last time
we’ve come this way

The last time
we’ve come this way
The last time
we’ve come
this way

If I fall in love
will it be last Friday?
There’s nothing like the taste
of a brand new day
since the last time
we’ve come this way.

The terrain looks the same,
just a highway mountain.
The trees were taller then,
but they’re green always
because they’re conifers.