On a road from Cincinnati in a mood too mad to tame
You told me that you missed me and I said I felt the same
The trees held dying embers and the branches looked aflame
With many vibrant colors holding fast against the rain
And it’s not so bad
And it’s not so bad
And it’s not so bad, I know
It’s not so bad
Yeah, it’s not so bad
No, it’s not so bad, I know
A heavy conversation falls faster than the rain
And every mile per hour is unraveling a chain
I change my concentration to my dirty windowpane
And the rhythm of the road brings me back to this refrain
And it’s not so bad
And it’s not so bad
And it’s not so bad, I know
It’s not so bad
Yeah, it’s not so bad
No, it’s not so bad, I know
I think I’ll make it home
My tires are spinning forward while my mind is spinning back
Spots of grey before me turn to solid white and black
All your pleas and promises just push me on along
It may dark and narrow but this road’s where I belong
And it’s not so bad
And it’s not so bad
And it’s not so bad, I know
It’s not so bad
Yeah, it’s not so bad
No, it’s not so bad, I know
I think I’ll make it home
I think I’ll make it home
I’m coming home