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Theres a road, runs clear to the sky
It calls to my spirit, calls to my heart
Shes been a harbor, a port in a storm
Shes got one more sunrise, and one more dawn
CHORUS:
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've changed
Theres a river of freedom running thorugh your veins
She'll be there, in your heart and your mind
Till the last song fades, and the music dies
REPEAT CHORUS:
It calls to my spirit, calls to my heart
Shes been a harbor, a port in a storm
Shes got one more sunrise, and one more dawn
CHORUS:
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've changed
Theres a river of freedom running thorugh your veins
She'll be there, in your heart and your mind
Till the last song fades, and the music dies
REPEAT CHORUS: