Follow - Whitney

I know I’ll hear the call

Anytime

On a night when the moon is low

On the pines

I pray your troubled mind remembers

When it’s coming to an end

At least the rain won’t come again

Still as I ride along

Through the night

You’re holding on as the ones you know

Stand by

But if your troubled mind remembers

When it’s coming to an end

It’s like you’re runnin' home again

And I’ll follow you