George Strait Follow

Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip

You don't know where you're going, ‘till you know where you're at

And if you can't read the stars, well you better have a map

A compass and a conscience, so you don’t get lost at sea

Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be

From the beginning of creation, I think our maker had a plan

For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand

And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind

To the beaches in a world where we have never been

And we'll climb up on a mountain, y'all we'll let our voices ring

Those who've never tried it, they'll be the first to sing

Whoa, my, my

I'll see you on the other side

If I make it

And it might be a long hard ride

But I’m gonna take it

Sometimes it seems that I don’t have a prayer

Let the weather take me anywhere

But I know that I wanna go

Where the streets are gold

‘Cause you'll be there

Oh, my , my

You don’t bring nothing with you here

And you can’t take nothing back

I ain’t never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack

So I've torn my knees up prayin’

Scarred my back from fallin’ down

Spent so much time flying high, till I’m face first in the ground

So if you're up there watchin’ me, would you talk to God and say,

Tell Him I might need a hand to see you both someday

Whoa, my, my

So I'll see you on the other side

If I make it

And it might be a long hard ride

But I’m wanna take it

Sometimes it seems that I don’t have a prayer

Let the weather take me anywhere

But I know that I wanna go

Where the streets are gold

‘Cause you'll be there

Oh, my , my

Cause you'll be there

Oh, my ,my