Made to Roam

Written by Miranda Dawn

When I see those pearly gates
I hope I’m good enough to stay
When St. Peter looks at me
and asks me what I have to say
Will I tell him I’ve been good enough
Will I tell him I’ve been bad
Cause Heaven could never hold a flame
You were the best I ever had

Well if boots were made for walking
Mine were made to roam
When I get to where I’m going
I might just call it home
Even Heaven could never hold me
the way that your arms do
When I get to where I’m going
I hope that you’re there too

As we drive from town to town
I’m a stranger on my own
Keeping pieces of the highway
to one day lead me home
And I’m searching for a better place
A dream I’ve yet to find
Still praying for another chance
to get you back as mine

And if boots were made for walking
Mine were made to roam
When I get to where I’m going
I might just call it home
Even Heaven could never hold me
the way that your arms do
When I get to where I’m going
I hope that you’re there too