Album: Beauty In The Curve
Dust on the road, dust on my shoes
Walkin my joy, walkin my blues
I was born with the God shaped hole
And a map of my country burned in my soul
One step then another
So much ground to cover
CH:
All the way to heaven
All the way to heaven
All the way is heaven
Glory on the road is easily found
Announcing itself like a trumpet sound
And a cloud of witnesses gone before
Driven by faith and never quite sure
Where they were heading
Sometimes forgetting
Ch.
Br:
Louder than circumstance
Or the means to an end
Is the slap of my feet
Again and again and again
Ch
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