Текст песни: Jon Swift. Willow Road.

Willow road runs south along the ridge side to the ocean. An older version of the great highway one down below it. Down where willow road ends there's a town a half block long where no one asks your name?they take you for how you came?'cause the folks all know what it means to be a drifter.

There's a young man standing on the corner at the northern edge. His mind is swirling 'cause he's budding through the rough and he aint quite seen enough. So his crazy game starts at the liquor store while the afternoon still sparkles on the river.

There's a long lost tale for every lonely shed forsaken in the meadow. The last pieces of history are on display in the town hall window. The town hasn't changed since the gold rush faded past, but I see modern jet planes pass leaving trails of white to their urban destinations.

Last time on willow road I slept on the shoreline through the afternoon. Once evening fell I wandered in to the old river saloon. They were talking about willow road and how the bulldozers will come to make it two lanes instead of one. So everyone can see the wooded hills timelessly surrender to the ocean.