The Tinman Cometh 歌词

Point the wheel to the north You've gotta steer us true We'll ride this beast of rotting wood and rusted metal through The winding hills and relentless head on winds What do you do when the only thing holding this together is hope? And it will never be enough No, it will never be enough Waiting for the next blow out Waiting for the next catastrophe When this road splits wide open To swallow another champion heart Stake another cross into the side of the road Every cloud the casts a shadow Cutting through with rain All the words uttered in anger Every ounce of pain Every time the dust blows hard Stinging our eyes and lungs Is another reason to push forward Till this journeys done I didn't come this far to turn back now Torn between that open road And open arms welcoming me home