Best Is Yet To Come

 
Southbound on the roof of the world.
The outskirts of heaven
look good on her.
Out the window coach class clouds.
Trekking to Texas,
a few thousand feet off the ground.
 
Southbound, free as the birds,
me and Townes down in Houston.
Way out west where we're from.
Don't look now, cowgirl,
the best is yet to come.
 
Southbound on the roof of the world.
The outskirts of heaven
look cool on my girl.
The boys turned out to be sultans of strum.
Don't look now, cowgirl,
the best is yet to come.


Back to list