Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster than it did in the old days. So naturally, we have more natural disasters from the strain of a fast pace. Sunday was a day of rest; now, it’s one more day for progress and we can’t slow down ‘cause more is best. It’s all an endless process!
Well, I miss Mayberry! Sitting on the porch drinking ice-cold cherry coke. Where everything is black and white. Picking on a six string where people pass by and you call them by their first name. Watching the clouds roll by Bye, bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting through the trees as the wind blows. That’s when I climb up here on this mountain to look through God’s window. Now I can’t fly but I got two feet that get me high up here above the noise and city streets. My worries disappear
Sometimes I dream I’m driving down an old dirt road not even listed on a map I pass a dad and son carrying a fishing pole but I always wake up every time I try to turn back
Bye, bye
Mayberry-Rascal Flatts 2007
