Verse 1

At five, the dock is cold and blue,

We stack the rods and cooler through.

The boat goes down, the straps pull tight,

We leave the last porch lamp behind.

Pre-Chorus

The paved road thins to ruts and stone,

Each mile says we're still far from home.

Chorus

We keep on rolling, past the final sign,

With the whole long morning stretching out in time.

A little fish, a fire, your hand in mine,

That’s enough to make the hard road shine.

Verse 2

The tires crawl through mud and pine,

We trade the wheel and pass the time.

At the water, boats drift slow,