I found it outside of Birmingham, headed to another place
Took me 500 miles to get to the bottom of my suitcase
Was in between a pair of jeans and my old black winter coat
It took my breath away when I read what she wrote
May the wheels keep turning and get you where you need to go
I'll keep the porch light burning till you get back home
May the angels sing your praises

May the sails fly beside you down every mile you roll
May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road
As much as she misses me
She found the words to write
Enough to keep me warm on a cold December night
And when I'm running on empty
And I'm feeling lost
I can hear a voice whispering to God
May the wheels keep turning and get you where you need to go
I'll keep the porch light burning till you get back home
I'll keep the porch light burning till you get back home
May the angels fly beside you Down every mile you roam
May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road
Oooo.

I must have read that note at least a thousand times
It always takes me where the highway meets the sky
May the wheels keep turning to get you where you need to go
I'll keep the porch light burning till you get back home
May the angels fly beside you down every mile you roam
May heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the road
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