Lyrics

Riding shotgun with the ragtop down, the sky is like the bluest eye
Morning air is whipping through my hair, a red-tailed hawk is on the fly

All the simple things in life unfold, the mountains hold mysteries left untold
The clouds are freshly bleached, the sun is shining gold

The road winds through the glade, where sunbeams narrow and fade
Through a canopy the leaves have made over Taconic shade

Leave your worries with the empty road, the hills will see that they're disposed
Breathe the spirit of a silent grove, as the fallen leaves show summer exposed

All the simple things in life unfold, the mountains hold mysteries left untold
Every shaft of sunlight banishes the cold

The wind blows through the glade, where sunbeams narrow and fade
Through a canopy the leaves have made over Taconic shade

All the simple things in life unfold, the mountains hold mysteries left untold
Every shaft of sunlight banishes the cold

The road winds through the glade, where sunbeams narrow and fade
Through a canopy the leaves have made over Taconic shade

All the simple things in life unfold, the mountains hold mysteries left untold
The clouds are bleached, the sun is liquid gold
The road winds through the glade, where sunbeams narrow and fade
Through a canopy the leaves have made over Taconic shade