Album by Caedmon's Call
Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Caedmon's Call, I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning And
By Caedmon's Call, Thank God I’m back in my car And driving home,
By Caedmon's Call, When I'm cold and alone All I want is my freedom
By Caedmon's Call, You say you want a living sacrifice Well I am a
By Caedmon's Call, I can see Jesus hanging on the cross I can
By Caedmon's Call, Though I am small I've seen things far beyond these
By Caedmon's Call, Looking back at the road so far The journey's left its
By Caedmon's Call, I mount up with waxen wings High to reach the sun And
By Caedmon's Call, So many miles behind, still I drive pedal down, Off the
By Caedmon's Call, Well, I can't stop staring at myself; My face reflected in
By Caedmon's Call, I think this place is swell, There's much familiar here. I get
By Caedmon's Call, There's tarnish on the Golden Rule And I wanna jump from