Let's go fishing in the morning,

Just like we've always gone.

You can come inside and wake me up,

We'll pack and leave by dawn.

We will pack and leave by dawn.



And you'll say "I hear something,"

and I'll say "Never you mind,

It's just our two poles knocking in the backseat

and your truck is running fine, today.

And everything is fine."



And your truck will climb up slowly,

And we'll see how far we've gone.

And the hills will stretch before us,

They are rolling on and on.

The are rolling on and on.



And the fish will watch our boat

with envy and with fear.

Because we will live forever,

and our days are slow and dear.

And our days slow and dear.



We'll go fishing in the morning,

even though we've never gone.

With two fishing poles in the backseat,

We'll go rolling on and on.

We'l go rolling on and on.