Mark David Manders

Take A Look Around

Mark David Manders


Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down 
I feel a song coming on, it's got a Texas kind of sound 
There's a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills 
Just take a look around 

The heat is rising off the black top, ain't seen a car in miles 
Each new bend is like a long-lost friend, makes me want to search a while 
And words can't describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills 
Just take a look around 

And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud 
I asked him what heaven's really like he said, 'Son, just take a look around.' 

So fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down 
I feel a song coming on, it's got a Texas kind of sound 
And words can't describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills 
Just take a look around