Now I think twice about every bargain / Everything I’ve had and what I’ve walked out on / All the lone star horizon / All the lone star horizon / The ones I leave and the ones ahead / The chance I had and the choice instead / All the lone star horizon / All […]

And he can see the city lights in the distance / So he walks into the opposite direction / Swimming in a sea of rage that dissipates with the cold / But hours now have passed and he doesn’t know which way to go / He tries to find the highway but snow covers everything […]

Now if we all drove motor homes, well maybe in the end / With no country to die for, we could just be friends / One world as our highway ain’t no yours or my way / We’d be cool wherever we roam if Jesus drove a motor home (Jim White)