Black Bear Lane

Wood walls and colored lights
And tunes from the kitchen
While the oven is hot
Sunlight is soft
Lie on the floor and sink down
Into the carpet
At the end of the day
In the comfort of May
Pack the car, we're skippin' town, we'll drive away
High above the mountains up to Black Bear Lane
Time slows and one week slips by
Cocooned in carefree nights of
Laughter and wine
Rhythm and rhyme
Far from the chatter
Nothing else seems to matter
But the crumbs on the couch
And the days runnin' out
Pack the car, we're skippin' town, we'll drive away
Yes we'll drive, we'll drive away
High above the mountains up to
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We'll drive away
Away