my mind ran a race as i searched every placenfor those dear thing that i've thrown awaynif the colors would fade to black and white daysnthen i'd find a safe place to staynni've walked through these streets and i've missed every beatnthis old city's on (?)nso i figured i'd drive north on 75nand look for a sign from abovennthe world's largest crucifix the billboard screamed at menbut the old rugged cross i sought was nowhere to be seennand bigger's usually better so i know i must believenthat the world's largest crucifix saves their dying memorynni try to remember that kind of septembernwe all sang about when life was slownbefore all the shame and loved one's we've blamednhave ripped out our poor family's soulnnthe world's largest crucifix bring them back to menbut the old rugged cross i sought was nowhere to be seennand bigger's usually better so i know i must believenthat the world's largest crucifix saves their dying memorynn---nnlittle amber bottles when i ask to be alonenlittle amber bottles when i pray to be back homeni thought that i was dreaming when i heard you say goodbyeni must have heard you screaming but i couldn't remember whynnthose clouds are rolling innthis heartache's going to winnlittle amber bottles, let loneliness beginnnthis house is filled with sorrowneach door and board i can recallni wait until tomorrow from inside these padded wallsni thought that i was dreaming when i heard you say goodbyeni must have heard you screaming but i couldn't remember whynni've prayed for days to passnoh another empty glassnlittle amber bottles will let me be with you at lastnnlittle amber bottles when i ask to be alonenoh little amber bottles when i pray to be back home