Versuri Sarah In The Summer

I’ve driven this road as a stranger
I’ve driven this road as a friend
I’ve driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist
And I’m drivin on it once again
It might be cold and long and lonely
But she’s waiting on the other side
And I’m an hour closer to Sarah in the Summer
And joyfully I ride.
I climb through Georgetown, Silver Plume
The tunnel at Loveland’s cold?
The lake on the left is a little low
Route 9 is the Breckenridge road
There’s a sign right below Copper Mountain
Telling the weather on Independence runs free
And I’m an hour closer to Sarah in the Summer
And that’s where I wanna be
In the evening shadow of Red Butte
Up the lane from the Slaughterhouse Bridge
The first cabin the moonlight strikes as it crests the cliff in Hunter Creek
ridge
Up from between old Red and Smuggler
Rising high on a piano bench there
And I’m an hour closer to Sarah in the Summer
And what lies between beware
What lies between, beware
And the red sandstone sentinels rising high on either side
As I follow the Eagle Valley
Through the canyon where the saints reside
And my Sopris massive majesty South
And East out of Glen-y-wood Springs
And I’m an hour closer to Sarah in the Summer
Where the Roaring River sings
Where the Roaring River sings.I’ve driven this road as a stranger
I’ve driven this road as a friend
I’ve driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist
And I’m drivin on it once again
It might be cold and long and lonely
But she’s waiting on the other side
And I’m an hour closer to Sarah in the Summer
And joyfully I ride.