I found it outside of Birmingham, headed to another placeTook me 500 miles to get to the bottom of my suitcaseWas in between a pair of jeans and my old black winter coatIt took my breath away when I read what she wroteMay the wheels keep turning and get you where you need to goI'll keep the porch light burning till you get back homeMay the angels sing your praisesMay the sails fly beside you down every mile you rollMay heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the roadAs much as she misses meShe found the words to writeEnough to keep me warm on a cold December nightAnd when I'm running on emptyAnd I'm feeling lostI can hear a voice whispering to GodMay the wheels keep turning and get you where you need to goI'll keep the porch light burning till you get back homeI'll keep the porch light burning till you get back homeMay the angels fly beside you Down every mile you roamMay heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the roadOooo.I must have read that note at least a thousand timesIt always takes me where the highway meets the skyMay the wheels keep turning to get you where you need to goI'll keep the porch light burning till you get back homeMay the angels fly beside you down every mile you roamMay heaven hear this prayer, prayer for the roadücktOoh ooh ooohOoh ooh ooohOoh ooh ooohOoh ooh ooohOoh ooh ooohOoh ooh ooohOoh ooh ooohOoh, ooh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh