Backroad Lullaby

Big yellow bus pulls up the drive

Rusty fenders, squeaky brakes

I count the gravel lines,

looking down

Thinking of the paths this highway makes (hmm-mmm)

Daddy says the world is wide and grand

Just beyond the county line

So I hold my map close in my hand

Waiting for my turn

to shine

Oh, I wanna see where the blacktop ends

Where the hills roll down to meet the blue

Finding new roads and making new friends With a pocket full of

dreams to pursue

(oh yeah)

Notebook full of pencil-drawn maps

Stars marked where the big cities glow

Sitting on the porch as daylight fades

Watching all the fireflies put on a show

Oh, I wanna see where the blacktop ends Where the hills roll

down to meet the blue

Finding new roads and making new friends With a pocket full of

dreams to pursue

(holding the last note)

Just a pocket full of dreams... (mmm-mmm)