Bide My Time
Mark Winchester, Laura Cantrell
Ramblin' fever, born to run
Born to chase the setting sun
Like everyone who ever sang a sad and lonesome song
I bide my time, bide my time, til it's time to move along
Lonesome whistle, like a melody unchained
Free to cross an empty plain
Like every broken-hearted boy who's ever been done wrong
I bide my time, bide my time, til it's time to move along
Like every train is leaving, like all planes get small
Got my eye on the horizon, waiting for that highway call
I bide my time, bide my time, til it's time to move along
