they were born at the same time

There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for night

take me home country roads

Almost heaven
West Virginia
Blue Ridge mountains
Shenandoah river
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growing like a breeze

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