Oh, southern breeze
Knock me to my knees
I believe you’re the only one who can
The religious and the rest
They’ve all tried their best
Well, I guess some things you just don’t understand
Oh, Lord, when will the road run out?
I’m on the road but I’m in doubt
And I don’t know why, still I second-guess my pace
If I stand to lose from winning
To find the truth I’m willing
To start back at the beginning
Of the good ol’ days
The good ol’ days
Oh, southern pines
Reaching for the sky
I’m convinced that I can fly beneath your shade
Oh, and it’s all overdue
Spending time just me and you
Mm, the pulpit and pew where I was saved
Oh, Lord, when will the road run out?
I’m on the road but I’m in doubt
And I don’t know why, still I second-guess my pace
If I stand to lose from winning
To find the truth I’m willing
To start back at the beginning
Of the good ol’ days
The good ol’ days, yeah
Oh, Lord, when will the road run out?
I’m on the road but I’m in doubt
And I don’t know why, still I second-guess my pace
If I stand to lose from winning
To find the truth I’m willing
To start back at the beginning
Of the good ol’ days
The good ol’ days
Oh, southern breeze
Knock me to my knees
I believe you’re the only one who can