Driving up I-89 in the springtime

Takes me back to when I rode these roads for the first time

We're drinking whiskey in the back of the car

Drove for miles just to know who you are

Hanging on for dear life

The door is open, can I get a ride?

"Where are we going?" is a question I save for halfway

Tonight the kingdom, and tomorrow the Milky Way

Drank from the spring, and we swam in Shadow Lake

With new friends we'd never meet again, but that's the name of the game

Blueberry pancakes and a walk to the car

We took the long way 'cause who cares how far?

Through the mountains where the wildflowers scar

In the tall grass, that's when I know who are

You said that meeting me was like winning the sweepstakes

All these years later, I don't think I made a single mistake