the highway to my heart
is mostly no fresh start
it‘s a path, downtrodden and old
but full of beauty, oh, behold.
the highway to my heart
could also be a piece of art
but no, it‘s just a mean old road
full of stories, heavy load.
the highway to my heart
can‘t be found on any chart
it‘s full of brambles, thorns and weed
where lonesome cowboys come to feed.
the highway to my heart
oh praise this most important part
it‘s my job of every day
to keep the darkest things at bay.
the highway to my heart
I tell you I am smart:
I‘m a gardener within
pray, let my holy work begin.
