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