The lord and my memories fill my conscience
with the energy to fuel the brightest star
and the stars that will fall over Georgia
are the same ones that brought me to where you are
and the the white lines in the middle of the highway
get smaller as the time passes by
and the state line chasing close behind me
brings us closer than we've ever been before
radio and coffee keeps me going
down this lonely road of dreams that we both know
sixty two more miles to that old city and ill turn around and leave before i go
and the white lines in the middle of the highway
get smaller as the time passes by
and the state line chasing close behind me brings us closer than we've ever been before.
it brings us closer than we've been before
