
A lyrical monologue imagining a future life with someone you love. The speaker pictures winding roads, a small home in Austin or Telluride, growing old together, and asks repeatedly: could that be us someday?
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side to where the river widens out. And all along the road were picket fences and hidden driveways with tin mailboxes and family names in front of whitewashed houses. And I said, Could that be us someday? Growing old, getting bold, feeling whole and full of life. Little home of our own out in Austin or Telluride. And at the end of the day, we lay down side by side. What do you say? Could that be us someday? The further out we went, the wider the world got as we rounded every curve. From neighborhoods arranged on quarter-acre lots to miles and miles of open earth. <LYRICS>And all the pieces of a life that I'd hoped for were rolling by us on the other side of the car door. The kind of happiness two people work their whole lives for. And I say, could that be us someday? Growing old, getting bold, feeling whole and full of life.</LYRICS> A little home of our own out in Austin or Telluride. And at the end of the day, we lay down side by side. What do you say? Well, we're still young and we've got love. And fame, that's half the battle already won. Growing old, getting bold, feeling whole and full of life. Little home of our own, one in Austin, one in Telluride. And at the end of the day, we'll lay down side by side. What do you say?










