Crossing Over - Camper Van Beethoven

Back in the woods under ashes there is a stone

That says he was here a long time ago

I wonder if he’ll ever pass this way again

But I know that no one ever goes home again

I’m crossing over county lines

I’m tired of drinking three-two beer

I’m crossing over in my mind

Forget about the last five years

Back in the woods along a dirt track there is a house

An old woman on the porch with three dogs, one of them blind

Who knows what will happen, or what blind dogs see

And I wish there was some place I really wanted to be

I’m crossing over county lines

I’m tired of drinking three-two beer

I’m crossing over in my mind

Forget about the last five years

Back in the woods along a dirt track there is a house

An old woman on the porch with three dogs, one of them blind

Who knows what will happen, or what blind dogs see

I wish there was some place I really wanted to be

I’m crossing over (x4)