fields left to wander

My old truck's got a fresh dent in the side

And my coffee's lukewarm,

but I'm taking the ride

Spent three long months staring at the floor

But today

I'm not locking that front door

There's a squeak in the belt and a rattle in the dash

And my wallet is mostly old receipts and no cash

But the sky's looking wider than it did last week

And there's water running in the dry-bed creek (hummmmm)

I'm not saying the engine is running real smooth

But I finally found a brand new groove

And there's a little more road than I thought I had left

Yeah, there's a little more road under my chest

Saw a hawk on a fencepost

chasing a crow

Even the birds got a

show on the road

I might still get lost,

I might get a flat

But I'm too far gone to worry 'bout that

I'm not saying the engine is running real smooth

But I finally found a brand new groove

And there's a little more road than I thought I had left

Yeah, there's a little more road under my chest

(oh yeah, a little more road)

Just a little more road...