Ben Weaver - Drag the Hills | Текст песни

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• Ben Weaver
• Drag the Hills

I lost my map a long time ago
now every road is the long way home
I’d take the white out of the moon and give it to you
I’d do it just for something to do
in these uncertain times, like a Bible verse
which bridge do you cross and which do you burn
‘cause I’d rather have scars from the life I lived
than have none from the one I missed
I’d rather have scars from the life I lived
than have none from the one I missed

I’ll share my cup and only take what I need
tracking the bear with a knife in my teeth
and drag the hills from a boxcar door
I only cry in the rain, only sleep on the floor
when the rolls call up I’ll be rolling along
just call it a long way home
'cause I’d rather have scars from the life I lived
than have none from the one I missed