Smoky voice like muddy knuckles taste the pain
Steaming sweat surrounds me like a screaming homebound train
Blackened eyes and dirty cheeks echoed in the glass
A shadow of my former self tells me how much time has passed
Never ending road that I call home
Singing to the sound of breaking bones
I feel the rush from the light of the dawn
My soul's on fire, my body's holding on
Well I'm an addict for the stories, craving every sound
I'll be getting my hands dirty 'til I'm six feet underground
Fantasies are memories that I've misunderstood
Two hundred miles of this damn road, wouldn't change it if I could
Never ending road that I call home
Singing to the sound of breaking bones
Never ending road that I call home
Singing to the sound of breaking bones
I feel the rush from the light of the dawn
My soul's on fire, my body's holding on
Yeah, I'm holding on
I'm holding on, holding on, holding on, I'm holding on
I'm holding on, holding on, holding on, holding on, I'm holding on
