I would paint your portrait with the colors of the sun|If I could remember what you look like|It's funny how we go down each and every road|Sometimes the best is just for goodbyes||Take a chance on me I can't promise much of anything|But the road and a friend right by your side|I've heard the autumn leaves rustling in the trees|For the night there's no place left to hide||Make a way to Spokane I've still got some friends and things|Maybe put my mind at ease living the slow life|With arms wide open I could never lose again|Maybe I could learn to breathe living the slow life||I would write a letter to all the friends I used to know|And tell them how much I love them it's true|With the ground below and the sky way up high|I'm surely coming home to you||And take a chance on me I can't promise much of anything|But the road and a friend right by your side|I've heard the autumn leaves rustling in the trees|For the night there's no place left to hide||Make a way to Spokane I've still got some friends and things|Maybe put my mind at ease living the slow life|With arms wide open I could never lose again|Maybe I could learn to breathe living the slow life||