That old star that you been wishin' on is shining mighty bright, but it's the fire inside your heart that's gonna lead you to the light.
How you ever gonna know if you're the best? How you ever gonna know what you believe in, if you don't put it to the test?
Bury the hatchet, but leave the handle sticking out.
Time is on the side of all things good.
When we all can worship from our own kind of pew, then we shall be free.
I'm not sure how we exist, as an artist, without country radio.