I grew up in a small American town Where everytime we get knocked down We get back up, off the mat, the fighting mat I like to believe in that I daydream about a good dirt road Going as far as it can go And my baby smiles When I pretend we're outta gas Yeah, I like to believe in that With everything I've been through, and everything I've done I like to believe that the best is yet to come And the good times won't fly by too fast I like to believe in that I hope somewhere there's a dusty field That later on this year will yield a bumper crop With just a broken back I like to believe in that Yeah, and I pray somewhere there's a little white church on a corner Sittin there with doors wide open For those of us who may have slid off track I like to believe in that. With everything I've been through, and everything I've done I like to believe that the best is yet to come And the good times won't fly by too fast I like to believe in that I like to believe in that With everything I've been through, and everything I've done I like to believe that the best is yet to come And the good times won't fly by too fast I like to believe in that I grew up in a small American town Where everytime we get knocked down we get back up Off the mat, the fighting mat I like to believe in that I like to believe in that