Wood and glass and stone, warm and lighted, used to call it home. In the freezing rain, uninvited, now you’re on your own. And there’s no free ride, there’s no place to hide, no one by your side, you’re alone. There’s nowhere to retreat, you’re a stranger walking down that street. No one knows what waits on the seas of fate, they say heaven’s gate’s never far away. .................................................................................................................... Oh, can you tell me, where will you go, under the big sky, out on that road? Will you find friends there, will you find foes? Oh, can you tell me, oh.

No man lives untouched by peril’s flames, but some are born to see their finest days on the edge of loss and pain.

On the land the streams and rivers go through and wash away but the days that tell the story in you will stay.
A man can see the brightest moment and watch it fade away, some will face theur darkest hour and legends are made.

Sadness, toil, fear and worries are weak, ‘till you let them rule. Don’t let fate steal one more second by acting its fool.
Rise above this swamp of pity and breath the pristine air.
To sieze the moment, second by second, some brave souls will dare.

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Kent Wells : Guitar appears courtesy of Reba McEntire
Dave Fowler : Bass appears courtesy of Rhett Akins