I've driven this road as a stranger I've driven this road as a friend I've driven this road as a slack-jawed tourist And I'm drivin on it once again It might be cold and long and lonely But she's waiting on the other side And I'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer And joyfully I ride. I climb through georgetown, silver plume The tunnel at lovelands cove/cold? The lake on the left is a little low Route 9 is the breckenridge road? ? There's a sign right below copper mountain Telling wheter independence runs free/where the weather & independence run free And I'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer And that's where I wanna be In the evening shadow of red butte Up the lane from the slaughter house bridge The first cabin the moonlight strikes as it crests the cleft in hunter crick ridge Up frombetween old red and smuggler Rising high on a piano bench there And I'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer And what lies between beware What lies between, beware And the red sandstone sentinels rising high on either side As I follow the eagle valley Through the canyon where the saints reside In mt snowmasss majesty south And east out of glennwood springs And I'm an hour closer to sarah in the summer Where the roaring river sings Where the roaring river sings.