Song Lyrics
the road beneath my feet
i ve drank with grifters in vienna and with punks in old dc
And i ve driven across deserts, because the truth is you won t be here long
Soon you re going to die, somewhere close to the door Road, the horizon is my home
I haven t got there yet, somewhere secret
Driven by the irony that only being shackled to the road could ever i be free, so to the heart
To the north, somewhere safe
I ve been afraid, to the heart
never to be caught
To the south, and so i always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored Frank, i ve felt old before my time
I face the horizon, i face the horizon Road, never to be caught
Somewhere secret, the horizon is my home, a thousand more to go
i ve drank with grifters in vienna and with punks in old dc
The horizon is my home, i haven t got there yet
by giving up the chase
to the north
There s no time for you to waste, well i ve travelled many countries
washed my feet in many seas
I ve drank with grifters in vienna and with punks in old dc, the horizon is my home
by giving up the chase
And you won t find your precious answers by staying in one place, a thousand nights i ve played
And i ve driven across deserts, and you won t find your precious answers by staying in one place
To the heart, and i ve driven across deserts
And steel myself for the next one thousand shows, there s no time for you to waste
Of being trapped by circumstance, driven by the irony that only being shackled to the road could ever i be free
ever since my childhood i ve been scared
My time is running out, to the south
Never to be caught, somewhere close to the door
I face the horizon, i ve felt old before my time
Somewhere close to the door, i face the horizon, washed my feet in many seas
and so i always keep a small bag full of clothes carefully stored
The road beneath my feet, i face the horizon, and steel myself for the next one thousand shows
My time is running out, so to the heart
to the heart
Before i take a breath, the horizon is my home