Look Up To The Sky

I don't know what comes after this

In my life, anyway

High rise steel or a mountain top

For us to get away

Tomorrow we don't worry much bout you round here

Anymore

All I know is I want you here

For the duration, anyway

So grab your pack, boots, atlas, and fare

Our bus leaves today

Tomorrow we don't worry much bout you round here

Anymore

Glide that highway and arrive

With whiskey and a rye

We'll cherish the night

That sun will arise

That fire will subside

Peek open your eyes

Look up to the sky

I don't know what's to make of this

We'll be home now any day

But I won't care where we land or stay

As long as I'm with you today

Tomorrow we don't worry much 'bout you round here

Anymore

Glide that highway and arrive

With whiskey and a rye

We'll cherish the night what comes after

That sun will arise

That fire will subside

Peek open your eyes

Look up to the sky