High Country Road Trip

Summer wind, got the windows down
Fireweed paints the sky
Yesterday I been lonesome
But today I feel alive, on this

High country road trip
Way up in the clouds
There ain’t no place I have to be
But this moment here right now

Rollin’ down two eighty five
Headed Saguache way
Lost my gig in Denver
Now it’s on to Santa Fe

But I’ve lost so many times
And Gunnison is on my mind
Take the Cochetopa Pass on the Great Divide
See what comes my way tonight, on this

High country road trip
Way up in the clouds
There ain’t no place I have to be
But this moment here right now

High country road trip
Way up in the clouds
There ain’t no place I have to be
But this moment here right now

I know I could roll either way right now
I could try to play it straight or make this work somehow

High country road trip
Way up in the clouds
There ain’t no place I have to be
But this moment here right now

High country road trip
Way up in the clouds
There ain’t no place I have to be
But this moment here right now