I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Travelin' through this worrisome land. I got a home built in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not, not made by hand.
I am a pilgrim and a stranger. Travelling through this wearisome land. I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord. And it's not, not made by hand.
A little blood and vomit on the car seat. And the tooth is sitting in my lap. Brother if you're hungry but not wounded. Then it's time to stop and check the map.