I found it outside of Birmingham headed to another place Took me five hundred miles to get to the bottom of my suitcase It was in between a pair of jeans and my old black winter coat It took my breath away when I read what she wrote
May the wheels keep turning, get you where you need to go I'll keep the porch light burning til you get back home May angels fly beside you, down every mile you roll May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road
As much as she misses me, she found the words to write Enough to keep me warm on a cold December night And when I'm running on empty and I'm feeling lost I can hear her voice, whispering to God
May the wheels keep turning, get you where you need to go I'll keep the porch light burning til you get back home Baby, angels fly beside you, down every mile you roll May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road
Must have read that note at least a thousand times It always takes me where the highway meets the sky
May the wheels keep turning, get you where you need to go I'll keep the porch light burning til you get back home Baby, angels fly beside you, down every mile you roll May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
