when I read the invitation
An old friend I hadn't seen
California, can you come?
But there she stood, bridesmaid,
flowers, pink dress, beautiful
She broke down and said, let me go
to get my heart to where I am
As ascension winds and miles roll by
Gotta clear my head and try
It's a lonely stretch of interstate 40
With a long forgotten memory
Could have been, can it still be?
And the thought creeps in
And it's tempting to turn
If I can make it past Graceland
That bridge will be burned
to get my heart to where I am
Yeah, it's such a long way
From those days of Birmingham
to get my heart to where I am
As ascension winds and miles roll by