(the silos)
The stars are shining brighter than the night that I remember
My thoughts are like a river
Reflecting in all directions
Im gonna phone her, but not today
Im gonna write her, but not today
Today Im gonna be
Driving down highway 441 with the windows down
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting
My old needs I wont recognize
Im over you
Hold on to the evening, hold on to the morn
All night long, sunshine hiding underneath and
Im gonna phone her, but not today
Im gonna write her, but not today
Today Im gonna be
Driving down highway 441 with the windows down
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting
My old needs I wont recognize
Im over you
Miles of country road rise, rise away
The cars are by the river
Clouds are in the coffee shops around here
Chorus