I Know There's Nothing That

Dreams Can Come True With God's Great Angels Like You.

People Aren't Always Themselves. They're Always Holding Back Something.

When You Sit On Something Trying To Preserve It, You Die And Become Sterile.

I Remember In The '80s, Randy Travis Was My Guy. He's The Reason I Moved To Nashville, And I Just Loved Him. But At Some Point When He Was Winning Everything, You Find Yourself Pulling For Other People.

It Ain't What You're Driving Or The Clothes That You Wear, Material Possessions Won't Matter Up There. And Someday In Heaven, When The Angels All Sing, Well These Rags That I'm Wearin' Will Be Fit For A King.