Boots on Fire

(mmm-hmmm) Dust on the dashboard,

maps in the door

We don't watch the highway markers anymore

Just follow the river where the willow trees lean

To the prettiest valley

that you've ever seen

And the radio

is hummin' low Singin' soft and sweet and slow

Underneath the wide open sky With the gold in your hair and

the grace in your eye Yeah,

we're runnin' on hope and a tank half-full Pullin' our hearts

with a steady-handed pull

(oh yeah)

We found an old dock where the water runs clear

Forgotten by time but we hold it right here

You dip your bare feet in the cool of the creek And

we don't need a single word to speak

Underneath the wide open sky With the gold in your hair and

the grace in your eye Yeah,

we're runnin' on hope and a tank half-full Pullin' our hearts

with a steady-handed pull

Just a tank half-full...

Yeah, under the sky... (mmmmm)