The wind howling a beautiful noise
The smell reminding me of Christmas
The sky looking broken
One part blue, one part scarlet
A glance down all you see is green
Trees standing together o so militant
Firing shots of oxygen...123
Now everyone breathe
What a breath, in the fresh air
Look to your left its clear
Look to your right it's a dead deer
Ooooo the contrast on the open road
Red stains on this golden road