Vince Gill. The Radio. Zeneszám

There's a long white line stretching out on the road ahead
And there ain't one magazine that I ain't read
I haven't seen you in weeks but I hear you on the radio
Singing soft and low

Chorus:
We're so far apart
This old highway ain't home
When the heartache starts
I just turn the radio on

There never seems to be time for me and you
That's a price you pay for the life you choose
Tonight's the loneliest night I've ever known
It just goes on and on

Repeat Chorus

It does my heart good to see you shine
So I'll just keep on counting these white lines
I haven't seen you in weeks but I hear you on the radio
Calling me back home

Repeat Chorus to Fade