Highway hum a song
A song I know so well
It's a fine line between here and gone
The stories that we tell
Rocky Mountain melodies
From the desert to the Great Northwest
Where Sadie and Buelah and Alta want to sing
Right to their final breath
Holding on through the snow
Still a hundred miles to go
Sing along to that old song
On the all night radio
I don't believe there's a finer thing
Heaven would allow
Than voices up close with the holy ghost
Doing the best we know how
Who can know the days we have
Who can know our time
But the stories and songs we pass along
Are what we leave behind
Holding on through the snow
Still a hundred miles to go
Sing along to that old song
On the all night radio
Highway hum a song
A song I know so well
It's a fine line between here and gone
The stories that we tell
Zersch - Stories That We Tell Lyrics
Zersch - Stories That We Tell Lyrics
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Highway hum a song
A song I know so well
It's a fine line between here and gone
The stories that we tell
Rocky Mountain melodies
From the desert to the Great Northwest
Where Sadie and Buelah and Alta want to sing
Right to their final breath
Holding on through the snow
Still a hundred miles to go
Sing along to that old song
On the all night radio
I don't believe there's a finer thing
Heaven would allow
Than voices up close with the holy ghost
Doing the best we know how
Who can know the days we have
Who can know our time
But the stories and songs we pass along
Are what we leave behind
Holding on through the snow
Still a hundred miles to go
Sing along to that old song
On the all night radio
Highway hum a song
A song I know so well
It's a fine line between here and gone
The stories that we tell
A song I know so well
It's a fine line between here and gone
The stories that we tell
Rocky Mountain melodies
From the desert to the Great Northwest
Where Sadie and Buelah and Alta want to sing
Right to their final breath
Holding on through the snow
Still a hundred miles to go
Sing along to that old song
On the all night radio
I don't believe there's a finer thing
Heaven would allow
Than voices up close with the holy ghost
Doing the best we know how
Who can know the days we have
Who can know our time
But the stories and songs we pass along
Are what we leave behind
Holding on through the snow
Still a hundred miles to go
Sing along to that old song
On the all night radio
Highway hum a song
A song I know so well
It's a fine line between here and gone
The stories that we tell
Writer: James Hersch
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