th Fret Intro: (2x) And the trees that stood in the woods out back Lying by the roadway cut and stacked And the logging trucks tear the two-lane down It's a double line all the way to town And these are the things that greeting my eyes On the February morning drive And these are the things that greeting my eyes On the February morning drive INTERLUDE: And I wave to Troy as it flashes by Sun rising red in the eastern sky And I look to my left at the flashing yield See a murder of crows in a stubble field And these are the things that greeting my eyes On the February morning drive And these are the things that greeting my eyes On the February morning drive INTERLUDE: And the chimney smoke is lying low Shrouds the town in the valley below And the morning dawning, sharp and fair No breath of wind in the winter air And these are the things that greeting my eyes On the February morning drive And these are the things that greeting my eyes On the February morning drive Instrumental: