I don't want to just entertain people. I want to touch them.

Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong

The Earth is our mother just turning around, with her trees in the forest and roots underground. Our father above us whose sigh is the wind, paint us a rainbow without any end.

Romance lasts forever, love don't fade away. They may take away our future, but they can't stop yesterday.

Heck, I'm no Henry Mancini or Michel Legrand. I just play the guitar and write songs.

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars And reach for the heavens and hope for the future And all that we can be and not what we are.

I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.