Gene and Gayla Mills

Lyrics

Clear blue sky, quiet trees
No sign of wind, no sign of rain
Pack the bags, it’s time to leave
Time to flee the hurricane

Bring the pictures, your mother’s ring
Bring the deed to our home
Board the windows, knock on wood
Turn the key and we’ll be gone

Chorus:
A sleeping dog, a one-way road, eight lanes headed west
Making twenty miles an hour, thirty at the best
Blue sky ahead of us, black sky behind
Both directions, no idea what we’re gonna find

All the roads will turn to rivers
All the land will turn to mud
Broken trees and cars and houses
will be swept off in the flood

Instrumental break

A sleeping dog, a one-way road,
eight lanes headed west
Making twenty miles an hour, thirty at the best
Blue sky ahead of us, black sky behind
Both directions, no idea what we’re gonna find

A sleeping dog, a one-way road,
eight lanes headed west
Making twenty miles an hour, thirty at the best
Blue sky ahead of us, black sky behind
Both directions, no idea what we’re gonna find