Текст The Wailin’ Jennys – Boulder To Birmingham

I don’t want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there’s life below me but
All you can show me is the prairie and the sky

I don’t want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain
In the night and I watched it burn
Watched it burn, I watched it burn

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see your, see your face

Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive
I have come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they roll down on ninety five
And I pretend that it’s the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean, wash me clean
Baby, do you know what I mean?

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see your, see your face

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see your, see your face