Okay, a song written by Emmylou Harris called Boulder to Birmingham.

I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there's a life below me
But all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
I don't want to hear sad stories
About heartache and desire
The last time I felt like this
I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain
In the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn
I watched it burn
And I wrote my song
In the bosom of Abraham
I'd hold my life
Saving grace
I'd walk all the way
From Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see
I could see your face
Well, you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive
I've come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they roll down
Out on Highway 95
Pretending it's the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean
To wash me clean
You know what I mean
And I wrote my song
In the bosom of Abraham
I'd hold my life
Saving grace
I'd walk all the way
From Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see
I could see your face
If I thought I could see
I could see your face