This February frost put all my plans on pause,
so I rest my hands on the corner of a kitchen chair.
I ain't going nowhere

You know, I ain't seen the moon since the seventh night in June.
We were sitting round a barrel burning hot with a radio.
Just like we'd hoped.

Now getting back there might require a little pain,
but I miss the way the sunlight mixes with the rain.
Up here it seems like everyone is losing face,
so I'm going back to the place where

People wave, although they've never met you.
People wave, when life's about to get you.
People wave, like they will never let you
feel all alone along the road you've paved.
Down there people wave.

I'm gonna brush away the snow.
Then I'm gonna conquer Ohio.
Through Virginia and the Carolina's,
I ain't looking back.
I ain't looking back.

Now being back here feels like coming home again.
The bright Southern skyline greets me like a long-lost friend.
Seems like every winner up there lost the race.
The finish line here begged for my embrace.

People wave, although they've never met you.
People wave, when life's about to get you.
People wave, like they will never let you
feel all alone along the road you've paved.
Down there people wave.

(people wave)
At the passing cars and the children on the street.
(people wave)
As if everyone's been saving me a seat

People wave, although they've never met you.
People wave, when life's about to get you.
People wave, like they will never let you
feel all alone along the road you've paved.
Down here people wave

although they've never met you.
People wave, when life's about to get you.
People wave, like they will never let you
feel all alone along the road you've paved.
Down here people wave.