I?m sick and tired of hearing things From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics All I want is the truth Just gimme some truth I?ve had enough
Oh, it's a struggle, it's a scream It's all give and no take Whatever it is, now It's right up to our waist Oh, it's a pity it's a shame To see it all
Lay your worries Down at your door Now my loves Like an open shore Throw your suitcase Sweetheart overboard Now tired eyes In winter clothes
Down from the mountain out walking the flood I see the future in this setting sun Unfolded gardens uncover the earth as it was Filled with canteens and
In to the arms of the unknown In to the places we never go By walking through deep snow down forgotten roads Been chasin' a light that comes and goes
Nothing but the whole wide world to gain Nothing, nothing Got nothing but the whole wide world to gain Nothing, nothing Got nothing but the whole wide
You're old enough to know well The better things are all uphill Bitter songs are never sung In the highlands where you belong In the smoke of cannons
I've been walking the dirt floor My eyes are open, Lord Where did You go? Have we just left You bored? On down this unholy well We rolled Stirring barrels
In which direction are we going? How many runaways are we stowing? Over the black sea with your arms around me In whose honor have we gone missing? I
Got my window open wide I got my window open wide Got a good woman by my side Got a good woman by my side Now this kind of day has no night Yeah, this
You're gonna say, "I told you so" I never should have let you go Now, ain't it funny then here we are The two of us in two different bars When separate
In a world full of pretty things You carry out only what you bring in Square your shoulders Lift your pack And lay your feet back down on the track This
I was born in the summer of Sam Smaller and sooner than planned Oh, in the spitting image of a man Raised by wolves on the fat of the land Clear of romance
I'mma piss somewhere so high in the climb There's are too many people running loose in my mind Now, send us a king or someone else that can bring Some
Mother you saw my eyes On the fourth of July Under a banner of roman candles Mother war is kind Like hell but I am fine Brother have you gone west? You
Left turn off a county road Weather vane is to the north In the shade of sycamore Is the house where you were born In the cotton field below Where tall
Oh, in my mind's eye, a plantation In the clearing is a platform station In the distance is a kingdom Into the front line is how I'm coming They say
I made a promise to not let go Our tug of war has only made me want you more Steeped in hard luck and doomed to roam My love is braver than you know
