Now is not the time to do what they told you to
Everyone's got ideas all their own
never be nothing much of anything if you can't be who you are
Don't let them project their disappointed feelings on

Everybody here they have to know
the hills, the plains, our highs, our lows
all the while, a little bit of your world inside remains
and it's still yours

Pushing your four wheel story out in the freezing rain
the feeling that we all leave this world alone
wondering how home came to you so far away?
how bittersweet the warm arms that cling

Everybody here they have to know
the hills, the plains, our highs our lows
all the while, a snippet of your world inside remains
and it's still yours