Just a mother and sons livin' under the gun. Bruises on their backs were just another. Sign of the push and the shove and the lack of the love. On the side of the tracks that they were brought up.
Don't you ever forget, don't you ever believe in the lie. You could never redeem any time, looking back in regret. Don't you ever forget. . Did you see it coming? Was it more than you could bet?.
Drive into the unknown. We don't say a word, turn up the radio. Miles of silent conversations. Searching through the stations, we sink into the road. .