Where the Eagle Flies

Down on a dusty Texas road at dawn. Boots in the sand,

old hat pulled low. Wild horses run where the night has gone

through open fields only Heaven knows. Mountains whisper stories of time.

Rivers shine in morning gold. I've lived my life on the edge of the

line. A restless heart, a soul untold. I've chased the wind,

I've chased the flame. Ran from love, ran from my name.

But the sky keeps calling me home tonight. Where the eagle flies so high

and free over endless land and a boundless sky. Don't want the