Push On

When I left coal country I was 18
Drove my green pickup truck to happy valley
When I arrived to the good old days
Along the Susquehanna shore
Music drifting from the county fair
I was on my own and ready to push on

Left for a coastal town and a year of lost weekends
Got hustled on a Georgia night by a couple of circus kids
Went down alone and found a friend
Then a perfect storm rolled in
It was time too go back north
I was on my own and ready to push on

It's nothing you see
It's nothing you hear
It's something you feel that makes it real
Oh makes it real oh makes it real

Cleared my mind and headed west to find my reprise
Where grand ideals and broken promises and money grows on trees
What I didn't know was just how far I still had left to go
Just a couple miles more a little further down the road
There's a new place I'll call home
I was on my own and ready to push on



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Baran
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