I've seen it all, but now I wanna see your face.
Did I change the oil? Did I check the tires?
And look up under the hood to see if something's on fire?
Wipe the windshield and fill it up with gas?
Did I clear off the seats and did I throw out the trash?
I've been high and low, I've been from sea to shining sea.
I was struck on the road at a quarter to the morning.
Came grinding to a halt on the I-39
and I just couldn't see there was a light shining.
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I've seen it all, but now I want to see your face.
If I could just be with you, Lord,
it would take my breath away.
I've been everywhere, now I wanna be inside your arms.
So Lord Jesus, pull me close. There's really nowhere else
I wanna go.
The Illinois prairie, the Ontario wind,
the squeaky cheese curds up in Wisconsin,
the Colorado Rockies and the Texas heat,
those Indiana trees with their autumn leaves,
Highway Eleven to the Susquehanna River,
the Michigan mitten and the Minnesota winters,
the care in Carolina, the air in Arizona,
and I can catch my breath out where the plains are open.
(The plains are open out there.)
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