2007 The Last Kind Words - 01 Not All Who Wander Are Lost
Only the gods know They're looking right through you Straight into the eyes of a dead man There isn't enough hours in the day What will be seen When your world comes crashing down Staring in the eyes of a gone man
No more fuckin' time left on your side, on you side All of your hopes and dreams - don't mean shit! All that's left is, now to nowhere I believe do anything at all costs You must believe Not all who wander are lost
Tied to the tree of woe, so woe to you In front of the man with the dead eyes With a choir of faith there's still hell to pay Not enough hours in the day Hell of patience to be paid So who's left to wonder? In the wake of destruction, get made
All of your hopes and dreams - never meant shit! All that's left is, now to nowhere! I believe, do anything at all costs You must believe Not all who wander are lost! Something, somewhere, injects the eye Texas! Nights! Defines the sky!