Rains bouncin' off my windshield Broncos redlining, getting low on fuel Well I never knew a '95 could top 100 on 35 While each tire and its' treads are all begging for some grip If the Brazos River rises, if my wheels begin to slip I'll just slide off to the side and I'd run to you by foot This rain may flood, sweep us down that river Wind may take this house, pillar by pillar But up to know there's nothing I'd wanna leave behind So take all I can give, just leave her if she's mine Well the storms moving in, it's cutting down the Bastrop pines The fogs getting thicker and I can barely see those lines But there's no storm I won't cross if it led me straight to you Tell me what's the point in running if you're not the one I'm running to Rains bouncing off my windshield Broncos redlining, getting low on fuel