I know, I know you ought to go But now it feels like it was before Yeah it sounds to me like a silver breeze On a highway, we're the tall tall trees What's over the hill? What's over the hill? This is what I write, this is what I write Seven times you tried, to keep them all alive But no matter what, it's still you you've got Yeah it sounds to me like a silver breeze On a highway, we're the tall tall trees What's over the hill? What's over the hill? This is what I write, this is what I write