Harley - Down Old Roads lyrics

Somewhere down these old roads there's a town where all the faces are friendly and the storefront shops are always open for casual conversation by the counter in the drawn-out restfulness of a rural drawl. In that town, everyone would know your name and be able to recall your history with little effort and probably a smile and wink or two, to boot as memories of the foolish things that we all do come slipping back from time to time. I think it's down the old road slipping east across the Northern Neck somewhere past the place where the big old tree stands lonely at the roadside edge of a soybean field halfway from Warsaw to Callao. The river waters down in those parts barely seem to move along the wide channels and the dark waters seem still and empty from the roadside, but sitting on the surface in a skin of drifting hull you can see the wind raise ripples and the scrawl of tides on the tall green reeds. And though the waters may run slow down the rivers at the ends of these old roads, you've never seen a place so filled with life in any teeming city or suburban mall, and maybe down these old roads we can learn just why those quiet towns are more alive than us.