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 againIt 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, joyfully I rideI climb through George Town, Silver Plume

The tunnel at Love lands' cold

The lake on the left is a little low

Route nine is the Breckenridge roadThere's a sign right below Copper Mountain

Telling where the weather and independence run free

And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer

And that's where I wanna be, that's where I wanna beIn the evening shadow of Red Butte

Up the lane from the slaughter house bridge

The first cabin the moonlight strikes

As it crests the cleft in Hunter Crick RidgeUp 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 bewareAnd the red sandstone sentinels rising high on either side

As I follow the eagle valley through the canyon where the saints reside

In Mt, Snowmass's majesty south and east out of Glennwood springs

And I'm an hour closer to Sarah in the summer

Where the roaring river sings, roaring river singsI'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 againIt 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, joyfully I ride, joyfully I ride