"Journey Across America"
[Intro]
From redwood trees to sub-tropical skies
And lofty volcanoes to rock-strewn shores
A song for every mood in every sunrise
And a story or two worth so much more
[Verse 1]
There’s a melody in motion on the highways we explore
Through desert winds and canyon walls, to every open shore
From Cascade peaks to prairies, and quiet little streams
We gather all the voices that still echo in our dreams
[Chorus]
These are the Songs Across America
They are whispered upon the wind
From dusty back roads to skyline lights
Where all cross-country journeys begin
They rise in voices both brave and bold
Shining in the sun like the morning dew
These Songs Across America...
...are calling out to me and you
[Verse 2]
From the’ blues of Mississippi, to enchanting songs in Santa Fe
Folk songs in New England towns that greet the break of day
Steel guitars in Austin or jazz beneath the French Quarter skies
Each town sings a chapter, where our musical spirit never dies
[Verse 3]
As we walk the haunted fields of Gettysburg, or sail Puget Sound
In every place and in every face, a much deeper truth is found
The songs of those who came before us still dance upon the breeze
In lyrics carved like canyon stone or whispered through the trees
[Bridge]
Let every note remind us
Of the miles that lie ahead
Of kindness born in the heartland
And all the words we’ve said
With every chorus lifted up
Let our country find its tune
In the harmony of strangers
Under a wide and silver moon
[Verse 4]
Our project maps this land in verses, and harmonies that rise
Telling special stories long forgotten beneath boundless skies
And as these wheels keep turning, and the journey soldiers on
Our hearts are tied together by the power in every song
[Chorus]
These are the Songs Across America
They are whispered upon the wind
From dusty back roads to skyline lights
Where all cross-country journeys begin
They rise in voices both brave and bold
Shining in the sun like the morning dew
These Songs Across America...
...are calling out to me and you
[Outro]
So come and find your special story
Along this ever-winding way
And sing the songs that cross America
May they never fade away
