It's time to walk on down to Broken Bridge Road
And hitch a ride for that last mile
Walk on over to Whitehall Grove
And talk to the tombstones for a while

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My Mama and my Daddy
And everyone I've ever known
They're burried here beneath the rolling hills
Of Whitehall Grove
Even on the coldest days
I feel the warmth of an angel's smile
That's why I come here every day
And talk to the tombstones for a while

Everyone around here thinks I've lost my mind
But just 'cause I'm out-numbered
Don't mean that I ain't right
Maybe they never felt the change in the wind
Maybe they don't see we're all just refugees of sin

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I know all too well just how it feels
To be one step away from the Lord with the devil at my heals
So, I take comfort here among these resting souls
Talking to the tombstones at Whithall Grove

(Chorus)

Lyric © 2006 By Joel Timothy