Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs And eternity The era of static and contraband That's leading us into the promised land Tell us a story that's by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles And the heavens open every time she smiles And when I come to her that's where I belong Yet I'm running to her like a river's song She's got a fine sense of

All I have is a song Oh you know I ain't complainin' 'Cause I can tell, lord its just your plan So I thank you for what I have And that's a song These ol' white lines on the highway Lord its all I know Seems like I've been out all my life But I just

Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing I don't know how to write you a song That says, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong I can't find the words that don't make it cheap It's right on the verge and just out of reach It must be a sad song with a blue

Oh glory, come and find me Dancing all alone To the sound of an enemy's song I'll be lost until you find me Fighting on my own In a war that's already been won I'll be lost until you come and find me here, oh glory What a shame, what a shame we all

We all want love and that's okay, Maybe there's someone. When my song has slipped away And the darkness swallows the day Another one's not very far away, so baby just hold on. And at the end of everyday no one can take these things away Baby just hold on

In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you One little song For a fading memory You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true I wonder if you still remember

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

Crank it up and make these big wheels roll I wanna feel that ocean breeze that's got me wrapped around it's fingers I wanna hear a southern drawl and every word that lingers I need a Sunday morning song by a just got baptized singer I been away too long,

I missed the last song I blame myself for just standing there too long When nobody's watching us The last song The light that's in your eyes, like everyone wants it to be Well can't you see that it must be this way Who knows who's wrong or right Just as