We all hitchhike on this road
A traveler’s soul waiting to come in from the cold
It's so cold
We’ve run this map like a band of thieves
We take all we want, but never what we need
What do I need
Ashes ashes we all fall down
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
Dust to dust, blow on these dry bones
Pick me up, carry me home
You have searched every broken road
Longing to restore this travelers soul to your
Make me whole
Cuz I've about slipped to the end of this rope
Feeling insecure, feeling like a joke
But it’s not funny
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