something tells me these times are worth working for
the open road and the rolling hills lead me to a place where i see endless possibilities.
what is becoming of this?
who knows who cares
it's just a sensation that lifts us higher.
i can feel the wind whipping through the streets
and see the sun reflecting from the windows.
the shadows cast a brisk chill
but around the corner awaits the warmth of that glowing ball in the sky.
your sunshine is always just around the corner.
memory tells me these times are worth working for