If there isn't, Well, I don't know what else There is To say.
Got a wicked Maiden. She's never Waitin'. And when I tell her I'm heading out For the night, She just nods and looks away, Though I know Nothing is what it seems. Nothing is alright.
Put another name On my Tombstone. This life...well, I don't know... In the distance There's a thundering Made of sour lords And melted snow.
Who can say Who had to pay For the sins Of men Before me? Who can say Who lead the way Of mad men Who could not foresee?
When I'm good and buried, Dead and gone, Sing another man's song.
Let me be No persons memory. Let me be Like a nameless sea. Let me be As if I was make believe.
When I'm good and buried, Dead and gone, Promise me beneath a shining sea of stars That you won't cry over Our still bleeding scars.
We were never meant to be I was you and you's was me
So take your boots an' Grab your whiskey too
The open road always leaves A life To run free
The open road Leaves life alone To do What it needs