Heart break
Heart break
Knocking on my door.
It'll be okay.
Just another ****** day.
Starting to believe I don't belong here or anywhere.
Not in this house.
Not in this town.
God, I hate this town anyway.
Want to be on my way out of here
On the road it feels like that's where I belong.
Broken and beaten
But the road has a way
Of finding my heart and putting it back in place.