there s a road runs clear to the sky calls to my spirit calls to my heart she s been a harbor a port in a storm she s got one more sundown and one more dawn fiddles don t make violins motel rooms don t make homes you can t turn water into wine you can t make a rock from a rolling stone you d be a liar if you said you d changed there s a river of freedom running through your veins but she ll be there in your heart and your mind till the last song fades and the music dies 