Okay, a song written by Emmylou Harris called Boulder to Birmingham.I don't want to hear a love songI got on this airplane just to flyAnd I know there's a life below meBut all that you can show me is the prairie and the skyI don't want to hear sad storiesAbout heartache 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 burnAnd I wrote my songIn the bosom of AbrahamI'd hold my lifeSaving graceI'd walk all the wayFrom Boulder to BirminghamIf I thought I could seeI could see your faceWell, you really got me this timeAnd the hardest part is knowing I'll surviveI've come to listen for the soundOf the trucks as they roll downOut on Highway 95Pretending it's the oceanComing down to wash me cleanTo wash me cleanYou know what I meanAnd I wrote my songIn the bosom of AbrahamI'd hold my lifeSaving graceI'd walk all the wayFrom Boulder to BirminghamIf I thought I could seeI could see your faceIf I thought I could seeI could see your face