If it weren’t for the   rumbling of the wheels   or the sound of scenery flying by   I would not know I was moving through   or let alone the reasons why   across the farmlands of southern Illinois   I cut a little closer to the ground   working my way across the line   back into this life that   you and I have found   oh I am wealthy by   the measure of where I’ll be in time   love has thrown a light   across the shadows of this land   living in the hollow of your hand   now all at once what was once   just dust and constant shuffling   are little stars that we can touch   you have drawn me into everything   oh I am wealthy by   all this gold and the silver line   love has thrown a light   across the shadows of this land   living in the hollow of your hand