God

my hands are on the wheel

the highway's slipping by

there's an old house in the field

and dark clouds in the sky

there's no one on this road but me

and my AM radio

searching for the CBC

just tell me where I'm going

my hands are on the wheel

my eyes are on the past

and that old house is standing there

'cause it was built to last

and I'm looking for a god

and I'm looking for a sign

and I am wishing I was not alone

along this passing line

Elaine says grace is god

and god is everywhere

a turning point in time

or a stillness in the air

but all my choices made

were carefully considered

each decision weighed

and dutifully delivered

Elaine says god is grace

and grace is everywhere

the moment we forgive

or the silent breath of prayer

and I'm searching for a sign

and I'm searching for a trace

on a highway outside Winnipeg

I'm going to find some grace