Gasoline and clay Watching all the miles unwind Did we find our way? Tearing through the grey Leaving every ghost behind In the heat of day You said we’d find a pulse Where the timber meets the sky If we cross the ridge Does the rhythm start to shift? Are we on the edge? Now your hand’s in mine Steady as the rolling wheels Through the pines so high (ohh-ohh) We got a soul to hold In the silence of the woods We won't let go (ohh-ohh) And I swear this rush is more than luck It’s the grand design Looking back, I’d call it the line I’d call it the line, I’d call it the line Ooo-ooo, I’d call it the line Can you hear the sound Of a wandering heart That finally found its pace? Treading on the ground Where the river starts to part In a holy place It feels more like us Every mile that we go through If we cross the ridge Does the rhythm start to shift? Are we on the edge? Now your hand’s in mine Steady as the rolling wheels Through the pines so high (ohh-ohh) We got a soul to hold In the silence of the woods We won't let go (ohh-ohh) And I swear this rush is more than luck It’s the grand design Looking back, I’d call it the line I’d call it the line If you ask me I’d call it the line I’d call it the line.
