Nobody On The Road. Nobody

I Was Flying Back From Lubbock And I Saw Jesus On The Plane, Or Maybe It Was Elvis. You Know, They Kind Of Look The Same.

If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have To Worry Anymore.

Arm Chair Warriors Often Fail.

For Every Moment Of Joy Every Hour Of Fear For Every Winding Road That Brought Me Here For Every Breath, For Every Day Of Living This Is My Thanksgiving

You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.