Death of Me

The snow is blowing in Wyoming, it don't care where we're going
It don't ask who we are, don't care where we been
It's just like the rain in Texas
If it washes us away, the rain won't shed a tear
I know that this will be the death of me
I know that I won't make it through
but if I do, can I come home with you?
Start the motor, the road seems like a rollercoaster
Swerving right from side-to-side
We must have lost our minds
This trip seems so old and sorrow
Don't seem like we'll see tomorrow
We hope and pray from night and day that we don't lose our way
I know that this will be the death of me
I know that I won't make it through
but if I do, can I come home with you?
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The snow is blowing in Wyoming, it don't care where we're going
It don't ask who we are, don't care where we been
It's just like the rain in Texas
If it washes us away, the rain won't shed a tear
I know that this will be the death of me
I know that I won't make it through
but if I do, can I come home with you?
We're going home