I′m on the chase like a letterpress

Dead ends and dreams tend to coalesce

All things will end and you know it bestI'm not a movable type but

I′ll call you on the road

There's somewhere I need to go

There's still more I need to know

We brace ourselves for the snow

When Fillmore County gets cold

Scared it′s the last time

That I′ll ever see you

If we don't speak again

How can I forgive you?

But you′ve got a hold on me

It's kind of like magic

Yeah, it splits me right in half

When everything′s a trick

I'll call you on the road

There′s somehwere I need to go

There's still more I need to know

We brace ourselves for the snow

I probably should have known

The way things go on your own

How clay loam always erodes

The world spins out of control

And Fillmore County gets cold