Flying south, over a desert land Long as Find a water land on my side There's a picture frame My life burning in the flames I'm crashing down, fire all around Burn, I see no dawn And my plane falling upon the ground I can see mirror sand
In the darkness I can hear a voice It's calling It's calling I hear It calling out my name
You gave me the will to carry on In this struggle to survive You were keeping me alive And now I need your voice to guide me home Point the way just like an arrow Where it shows is shall be my road
Travelling east throung the mountains and the plain Where it snows, where it hails and where it rains Walking on through some foreign everglades Frozen winds cut through me like razor-blades If I die today they must know where my body lays I carve my name upon a stone
In the darkness I can hear a voice It's calling It's calling I hear It calling out my name
You gave me the will to carry on In this struggle to survive You were keeping me alive And now I need your voice to guide me home Point the way just like an arrow Where it shows is shall be my roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
