Trudge on, see through the grit of winter See to the glare of summer Boundless drive, Endless drives, we all wished that we had And you'll learn more about your life behind those loudspeakers, behind those dashboards, than those classroom walls. We've all had these days. My friends once said "steady on the plough, steady on the wheel" Those words engraved on my heart, entrenched in my mind spilling out of me. You will travel every road... and they all lead back to this champion city.
this is a song for the beautiful vagrants. this is a song for the wage slave students writing history books and basements. please come home
this is a song for the beautiful vagrants. this is a song for the wage slave students writing history books and basements. please come home