We don't know this road we ride onnWe don't barely know ourselvesnDon't take nothing for grantednDon't take nothing from no one elsennThe kids we were when we were youngernRolled the years like cigarettesnShe kept her dreams in her back pocketnAn' I though I lost mine on a stupid race track betnnShe is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of timennSpent a while in MinnesotanTrego, Minong, and the restnFound and old friend and a malt shop and a junk yardnAn' got the fever and headed westnnThe Rocky Mountains broke her anklenLake Louise broke her fallnWe watched the seasons change CanadanYou know it don't get much better than this at all.nnShe is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of timennThumbed a ride outside the foothillsnIt felt like something in us diednSo why'd they have to clear cut anyway she criednYou don't wanna pick on no one twice your size.nnMy old man lives out on the islandnApples, berries, pie, and jamnWe had our fill so me and Jill rolled down the hillnTo find some work for the winter months aheadnnShe is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of timennThe northwest winters are cold and rainynThis old house up beacon hillnYou know there's days we wanna roll outta herenWhen the weather clears we probably willnnWe don't take nothing for grantednAnd don't take nothing from no one elsenwe don't know this road we ride onnHell, we don't barely know ourselvesnWe don't barely know ourselvesnnShe is kind, (what's) hers is mine, ain't got nothing but plenty of time