ridin' on a midnight bus bound for mexico. one's headed for vacation
one for higher education
an' two of them were searchin' for lost souls. that driver never ever saw the stop sign. an' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime. there are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
why there's not four of them
heaven only knows. i guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you
it's what you leave behind you when you go. that farmer left a harvest
a home and eighty acres
the faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart. an' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children: did her best to give 'em all a better start. an' that preacher whispered: can't you see the promised land?"