There's a road runs clear to the sky   Calls to my spirit, calls to my heart   She's been a harbor, a port in a storm   She's got one more sundown and one more dawn      Fiddles don't make violins   Motel rooms don't make homes   You can't turn water into wine   You can't make a rock from a rolling stone      You'd be a liar if you said you'd changed   There's a river of freedom running through your veins   But she'll be there in your heart and your mind   Till the last song fades and the music dies      Fiddles don't make violins   Motel rooms don't make homes   You can't turn water into wine   You can't make a rock from a rolling stone      You can't make a rock from a rolling stone