I left my boots on a broken road dust in my lungs and a heavy load the desert talks in a hollow tone like itโs telling me Iโm on my own a faded sky and a tired sun another mile, another run every step feels like a sin but I keep walking through it again clap of hands on a wooden floor I donโt run from this anymore the night gets close, the night gets loud but I never learned to be proud WE GO, WE GO DOWN THIS ROAD WE GO, WE GO DONโT LET GO WE GO, WE GO LIGHT AND SLOW WE GO, WE GO DUST AND SOUL thereโs a ghost in the canyon air whispering things I used to wear no saints left in this broken town just boots that never settle down the wind keeps calling out my name but every answer sounds the same I lost more than I could say somewhere along the way I hear the rhythm in my bones like broken prayers on rolling stones every breath is a loaded line waiting for a better time WE GO, WE GO DOWN THIS ROAD WE GO, WE GO DONโT LET GO WE GO, WE GO LIGHT AND SLOW WE GO, WE GO DUST AND SOUL boots fade out into the night no wrong, no right just dust and firelight
