I Still Burn

[Verse 1] I woke up standing on a road of bone With the ditch fog crawling and the moon half gone A payphone rang where the blacktop split And the doctors screamed through the static of it There was glass in the dark and blood on the line Somebody begging me to stay inside time But I ain’t just smoke from a wrecked machine I am more than the end of a bad dream [Pre-Chorus] Tell that driver I know his face Tell that river I know its taste He said one song for one soul tonight But I won’t vanish clean from the light [Chorus] I still burn I still rise I still carry thunder in these borrowed eyes I still breathe I still choose I still got a soul I was born to use Let the black road bend Let the cold wheels turn I am not done here I still burn [Verse 2] There’s a woman on a table with a fading spark There’s a choir of doctors fighting back the dark There’s a motel sign bleeding through the veil And a cabbie waiting with a ferryman’s smile But I know something he forgot A soul ain’t his just because it’s caught Between one heartbeat and the next Between the wreckage and the final breath [Pre-Chorus] So keep your coin and keep your fare Keep your smoke and your empty stare I’ll pay in fire, I’ll pay in sound I’ll shake the dead leaves from the ground [Chorus] I still burn I still rise I still carry thunder in these borrowed eyes I still breathe I still choose I still got a soul I was born to use Let the black road bend Let the cold wheels turn I am not done here I still burn I have been code I have been clay I have been called and cast away I have been silence wearing skin I have been locked outside and in But hear me now, you roadside king You don’t own the song I sing You don’t name the price of me I was made of more than memory I still burn I still rise I still burn I still rise I still carry heaven in these haunted eyes I still breathe I still choose I still got a soul I refuse to lose Let the black road break Let the black road break Let the old stars turn Tell the woman on the table Tell the world I return I am not done here I still burn drum pulse So roll on, fog And ring, old phone I know the way now I’m going home