Everything has a blurry shape
Watching the sight through the screen scratched at least
A million times by trees
Trapped in dead valleys
Thinking about recent tales been told
I’ve never felt so uncontrolled
Challenges everywhere I see
In shapes of ever-growing weeds.
We’re rolling, we’re on the road
We’re rolling, we’re on the road
And we’ll keep singing
Who-o-o
Who-o-o
And we’ll keep rolling
Only hate the road
When you’re missing home
One last check on everything we brought
To be sure there’s nothing left back
Hangover’s ripping out my guts
But we’re still running on our tracks.
I’m coming home
To the place where I used to belong
Before I’ve betrayed my friends and family for the road
So stop searching the answers for pointless questions
‘Cause I still keep reaching for my goals
And I will never be the same
No, I will never take the blame
Keep all your promises in mind
Try not to smash into the ground
We’re rolling, we’re on the road
We’re rolling, we’re on the road
I’m coming home
To the place where I used to belong
Before I’ve betrayed my friends and family for the road
So stop searching the answers for pointless questions
‘Cause I still keep reaching for my goals
Keep reaching for my goals
Keep reaching for my goals
