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I don't want to hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly I know there's life below me And all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky I don't want to hear a sad story filled with hearbreak 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 a saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, see your face Well you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I survive And I've come to listen to the sounds of trucks As they moved out on Highway 95 And pretending it's the ocean coming to wash me clear To wash me clear if you know what I mean I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in a saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, see your face From Letras Mania