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