all those highways
and that canyon line held out the time
July fireflies, there is truth inside these southern lights
you are my young love waking, you are my Galveston

you brought your coat that night
my cold hands were finding yours inside
what a miracle you are, you are not some falling fleeting star
you are my song of home, you are my Arkansas

what a vision
I watch you breathing, blue light drifting in
and you’ve taken me, you’re the rainy, deep, slow falling sleep
you are my thought of morning, you are my sweetest dream

and now my heart is calling
reaching for your arms, has it been that long?
again I’ve fallen through
to meet those eyes so blue from across the room
you are my hundred million, you are my only one
you are my hundred million, you are my only one