[singer A] The past is the past and today is today We ride for today With memories we'll hold onto Even tomorrow Through beat-up trails Logs across the road, chainsaw in the back Nothing stopping us now Taking those old logging trails To the left, to the right Switchback, switchback All day and through the night [transition] [singer B] The past is past, and today is today. We ride for now, holding what we can into tomorrow. Over beat-up trails, logs across the road, chainsaw in the back, nothing stops us. Down those old logging roads, left, right, switchback, switchback, all day, all night. We went fifty-five miles deep for huckleberries. Riding doubles with my dad, gravel under the tires, I knew I'd be on that same four-wheeler someday, still seeing him up front, a dust cloud marking the way, his dust to follow. I know I'll still see him at the front when I'm out here alone, but never truly alone. So take the day. Hold on to the small moments. One day, the dust you chase will be a memory. [transition] [singer A] One day, the dust I chase will be a memory. Until then, I follow his dust. When it's my turn to lead, I hope mine points someone home. His dust to follow, My dust to lead. In these mountains, never really alone.
