Her first green was gold, South Fork River sold. Cresting the Siskiyou, Destiny's pass through. The 'Niners built towers, Vanished with the hours. He writes a letter home, He found an open road. In Rail Road, a flower, Only for the hour Then dawn ran into day, Nothing gold would stay. He writes a letter home, He found an open road. She's speaking through the radio. He writes a letter home, He found an open road. She's speaking through the radio. It's time to go for broke.