No, there's nothing like the grey of ohio in the winter
As we unwind the highway, bare branches scratch the sky
Like stick men suck in place, waiting for springtime
Cold bridges lace the banks of a muddy river running high
And there's nothing left to say
No, there's nothing left to say
No, there's nothing left to say
As the miles run away
Peach light breaks holes in a marble twilight
Cows, like black clouds, sway, sprinkled in a field
Standing in the brown grass, silos, like steeples wait
To give way to progress, as we plow past small towns
And there's nothing left to say
No, there's nothing left to say
No, there's nothing left to say
As the miles melt away
I try to freeze each frame, like pictures in a album
I don't wanna' turn the page, 'cause the scenes dream like home
And there's nothing left to say
No, there's nothing left to say
I have nothing left to say
As the miles wash away
And there's nothing left to say
No, there's nothing left to say
I have nothing left to say
As the miles look away