I'm on the chase like a letterpress Dead ends and dreams tend to coalesce All things will end and you know it best I'm not a movable type but I'll call you on the road There's somewhere I need to go There's still more I need to know We brace ourselves for the snow When Fillmore County gets cold ♪ Scared it's the last time That I'll ever see you If we don't speak again How can I forgive you? But you've got a hold on me It's kind of like magic Yeah, it splits me right in half When everything's a trick I'll call you on the road There's somehwere I need to go There's still more I need to know We brace ourselves for the snow I probably should have known The way things go on your own How clay loam always erodes The world spins out of control And Fillmore County gets cold