It's 7am and I'm driving down the highway/It's overcast as I pass the time away/Admiring the land I regard so highly/If I asked the earth to speak, what would she say?/Sometimes it's not pretty, but it's always meant to be/ Sometimes it's not pretty, but it's always meant to be/Just like me
These are the words that the land speaks kindly/She'll let you in if you listen carefully/So I promise myself along this journeyed highway/That I will love myself like the land loves me/Sometimes it's not pretty, but it's always meant to be/Sometimes it's not pretty, but it's always meant to be/Just like me.
I want the majesty of the hills/The quiet strength of the the trees/The freedom in the ocean's summer breeze/I want the majesty of the hills/The quiet strength of the trees/The freedom in the ocean's summer breeze.

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