This goes back a long way for me.I don't want to hear a love songI got on this airplane just to flyAnd I know there's lots to loseBut all you can show me is the prairie and the skyAnd I don't want to hear a sad storyFull of heartbreak and desireThe last time I felt like thisI was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fireAnd I stood on the mountainIn the night and I watched it burnI watched it burnI watched it burnI would rock my soulIn the bosom of AbrahamI would hold my lifeIn his saving graceI would walk on the landOf bullets and barren landIf I thought I could seeI could see your faceWell, you really got me this timeAnd my heart is fine as long as I'm still hereAnd I come to listen for the soundOf the trucks as they move down out on 95And pretend it's the oceanComing down to wash me cleanTo wash me cleanBaby, you knowI would rock my soulIn the bosom of AbrahamI would hold my lifeIn his saving graceI would walk on the landOf bullets and barren landIf I thought I could seeI could see your faceIf I thought I could seeI could see your faceThank you.