Everyday I try to go for a walk
Everytime I walk down the same country road
The road I walk is paved but no painted lines
Surrounded with farmer's fields and a few houses
My only companion a little gray and tan dog

You'd think I would get tired 
Of walking the same worn path 
But not yet and hopefully never 
After all I never walk the same road twice
So why would I ever get bored?

Everyday the sky's a different color
The clouds a different shape
Everyday on the wind a different scent 
The sweep of the hill a different shade of green

Even the gray skies can be...