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