Trail Ridge Road

I like to think I had plans,
Thoughts of all I could have done or said.
But no sense in wonerin' what could have been.
I can’t crawl to my hole,
I can’t fall, when I know…
It’s my fourth of July, my october sky, it’s my head held high on my
Trail ridge road drive.
I hate to look on days when
I stayed the course, never left the beaten path.
Those days I dare not face again, I know,
the choice is mine to leave behind
what I will, that’s no crime.
It’s my Fourth of July, my October sky, it’s my head held high on my
Trail Ridge Road drive,
It’s my Fourth of July, my October sky, it’s my head held high on my
Trail Ridge Road drive.