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
G-O-T-T-O-B-T-R-UWell normally at this point you'd hear me singAnd I'd
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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