I'm no stranger to your gentle remindersThat the world does
We were the dreamers, the boys on the wild frontierThe
I can still feel the prayers you prayed for me
another sunday morning same old youhoping that the preacher's preaching's
the sun was beating down inside the walls of stone
The taste of my tearsThe day I watched you drift
If have come to this oceanAnd the waves of fear
The sun sinks low and here I goWrestling with the
Another day is off and runningAnd I hear somebody pounding
I hear you say your heart is achingYou've got trouble
On the bank of the Tennessee RiverIn a small Kentucky
Maria -she's too young to understand, but old enough to
To all the travelersPilgrims longing for a homeFrom one who
Mirror, mirror on the wallWho's the biggest fool of allYou
Well, I couldn't reach the pedals, but I could hold
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