I don't want to hear a love song,
I got on this airplane just to fly,
And I know there's life below me,
But all that it can show me
Is the prairie and the sky.
And I don't want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire.
The last time I felt like this
I was in the wilderness
And the canyon was on fire.
And I stood on the mountain
In the night and I watched it burn,
I watched it burn, I watched it burn.
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
I would hold my life in his saving grace,
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham,
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.
Well, you really got me this time,
And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive.
I have come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they move down
Out on ninety-five
And pretend that it's the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean.
Baby, do you know what I mean?
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
I would hold my life in his saving grace,
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham,
If I thought I could see, I could see your face,
If I thought I could see, I could see your face...