"i'm running to the mid-westaway from this townshe just smiles and laughsshe knows that's what i saywhen i've been driving alonethe smell of spring in january holds on to my soul and won't let it gohope is never prudentand I can't be left behind anymorethey're building up the social-structure with new ideasand i've gotten in on the bottom floor the smell of spring in january holds on to my soul and won't let it go don't let go"