Sitting out with the fiddle in my hand
Focusing on the distant view
I can see the Tennessee River
Steam rises irritate you
Stepping out of my panorama drive
Dog's barking in the distant view
Sun above a southern mountain
Melted down to the center of you
Sun setting with the song in my head
Mesmerized by the distant view
Eyes fixed on white lights blinking
Shadows linger when I couldn't trust you
Sitting down with a pen in my hand
Take a stare at the distant view
Words lay like slings on white paper
Everything I won't forget about you
I won't forget about you
Steering now with the wheel in my hand
Holding on with no distant view
Tears dry before some millions
I kill the memory of the day I left you
Staring out of his bedroom window
Night falls on the distant view
Lights across the icy water
Nothing floating down the river to you
Down the river to you
Sitting up with the fiddle in my hand
Staring off at the distant view
I can see the Hudson River
Still blinded when I think about you
Oh, when I think about you
I think about you
