Flying south birds carried a message that was calling us out
Driving north seeking the passage while the foxes frowned

and they whispered look: look right here
but you're an ostrich and me a silent deer
and i'm on the road i'm keeping in 5th gear

A message that was calling us out, we're trapped in the passage

Can i really let you know or should i just let you go? there is cruel cold snow and it sticks the roads
My my take it slow, how could i let you know when there is so much snow and it coats the

Roads Roads Roads Roads

Flying south birds carried a message that was calling us out
Driving north seeking the passage while jackrabbits frowned

scared eyes whisper look: look right there
but i'm an ostrich and you a quiet dear
and i'm on this road i'm

keeping in 5th gear
no down shifts from this gear
no awkward words
without down shifts from 5th gear
the you you hurt
without down shifts from this gear
the bridges burned
without down shifts from 5th gear

i'm stuck in this gear from fear

my my take it slow how can i let you know when i can see such snow as it coats the roads
Can i really let you know or should i just let you go? i see cruel cold snow as it coats the

Roads Roads Roads Roads

that roll on every day in these ways; how can i change my fate?