{title: horizons fade}

{subtitle: barna howard}

Horizons fade in a rear view mirror,

To let me know that I have gone.

I feel it now, up in my chest,

For the people I have known for so long.

Well, sometimes I go home, just to see them,

We pour a strong one, then we're right back again.

Well, it's good to know they're there,

To tell me how it's been.

In the hills of ole Missouri, A woman's life is looking dim.

While grandma watches "Wheel of Fortune,"

Because she knows that her's is already well spent.

Well, even though she's gone, I can hear her laugh,

Yeah, it won't be long, till I hear it coming back.

Well, I know that she'd be pleased,

To know that it will last.

I once had someone on my mind,

Until I carved her name into a tree.

Because who could find a pretty knife,

Sharp enough for what we'd need?

Well, things will look a lot better, when they ain't looking down,

So take a deep breath, watch the people walking around.

Well, I hope it won't be long,

Till she pulls me to the ground.

Out on the road, heading toward the city,

I open up my eyes wide now,

Because I know it ain't make believe,

But children always seem so proud.

With one step to make, and one shoe to shine,

If I find a friend, I'll probably be fine.

Well, I think I just got caught,

In another nine to five.