Friday, September 24, 2010
Those old white lines, are slowly fading on this old highway, that we roam there's no street signs, no map is needed this big rigs headed, on its way home. There's no cargo, no not this time. I've done unloaded, a world of strife. No log book entry, will be needed my names there, in the book of Life Those 18 wheels, hear them humming Rock of Ages, cliff for me I'm on my last run, my journeys over I've made Heaven, I'm home you see. Can't you hear, my big horn blowing no more wide turns, left to make. I'm on a straight run bound for Glory, where I'll apply the final brake. Angels are riding, upon my shoulder. Hear them sing, Amazing Grace on this long, Highway to Heaven Where I'll retire, in Gods embrace. I see the lights, their growing nearer I'm almost to, that Pearly Gate Where Mom and Dad, will be waiting I'm coming home, I won't be late Those 18 wheels, hear them humming Rock of Ages, cliff for me I'm on my last run, my journeys over I've made Heaven, my soul is free.
