We’re born with millions of little lights shining in the dark and they show us the way. One lights up every time we feel love in our hearts. One dies when it moves away. ~ Passenger ~
Listen to the Goodyear’s roll, hummin’ through the radio
Let it lighten up your load, ain’t got no place to go.
Watching those fence poles fly, as the miles roll by,
Nothin’ but blue skies, hangin’ over you and I ~ Blue Skies of Uncle Kracker ~