Rascal Flatts

Mayberry

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster than it did in the old days. So naturally we have more natural disasters from the strain of a fast pace. Sunday was a day of rest. Now it's one more day for progress, and we can't slow down sause more is there. It's all an endless process.

Sometimes I can hear this order shouting through the trees as the wind blows. That's when I climb here on this mountain to look through God's window. Now, I can't fly, but I've got two feet to get me high up here. Above the noise and city streets, my worries dissapear.

Somtimes I dream I'm driving down an old dirt road not even listed on a map. I'm passing every son carrying a fishing pole, but I always wake up every time I try to turn back.. Hi, Miss Mayberry..sittin on the porch..drinkin an ice cold cherry coke..where everything is black and white...pickin on the six string..when people pass by ya you call them by their first name..watching the clouds roll by.