Lyrics

Coming round the big bend in western Texas
North to Colorado and the great divide
I followed the wind to California
Out where those seven sisters ride

And I’m looking to find that still small voice
That cuts like a whisper through the noise
The sound of the truth, the song of my life
Will I have the heart to hear that still small voice

You’d have thought that by now, throughout my travels
I’d have seen enough and heard it all
With a little hind-sight, watch your world unravel
When the voice of freedom was just a siren’s call

And I’m looking to find that still small voice
That cuts like a whisper through the noise
The sound of the truth, the song of my life
Will I have the heart to hear
That still small voice
That cuts like a whisper through the noise
The sound of the truth, the song of my life
Will I have the heart to hear that still small voice
Will I have the heart to hear that still small voice