singing with the windows down   i'm driving down the street   and i hope that i'm the only one   who doesn't have a/c   'cause my voice is often cracking   and even sometimes laughing   as i lift my voice to Jesus   and fight the friday traffic   i sing, "amazing love,   how can it be?"   my voice flows out the window   into the summer heat   like the heat my voice is rising   breaking through the pink horizon   winking at the sun and flying home   and i don't mind the weather   'cause my seats aren't made of leather   if my car would keep on going   i could sing this song forever   Lord, lead this vehicle   Lord, lead this vehicle   i can't drive forever   the song is almost over   the sun is setting   the needle approaches empty   despite the heat    my feel are getting cold   from where they've been   and where they'll go   they'll go   something tells me   that they should be poised   and ready to    kick the window   i heard you   and i found myself   in a field one day   i'll stop the car   in rainwater   i'll go by foot from here