Lord I miss the highway, running against the wind Blessed are the stoned, and all the places they've been Shadow of a man at home, beating a dead horse Home too long, cross to bear
Methods of the past mold the future You can't fall short as you get older Being run around is being trapped Seized up, kept
Wear the chains you forged in life Link by link by link Wear the chains you forged in life Link by link by link
I've been sober thirteen days and seven nights I know next time I'll get it right You tried to make me stay, I said, "No way" Grabbed my bag and hit the highway
Echoes in the dark, new faces bring the sun Comfort and disturbed, always think the worst You live and die by your own decisions You live and die by your own religion
Being run around is being trapped Seized up, kept
Wear the chains you forged in life Link by link by link Wear the chains you forged in life Link by link by link
I've been sober thirteen days and seven nights I know next time I'll get it right You tried to make me stay, I said, "No way" Grabbed my bag and hit the highway
I've been sober thirteen days and seven nights I know next time I'll get it right You tried to make me stay, I said, "No way" Grabbed my bag and hit the highway
Sobriety suits you so well, it suits you so well It suits you so well, it suits you so well It suits you so well, so well
Suits you so well, suits you so well Suits you so well, suits you so well Suits you so well, suits you so well
Songwriters BRADLEY FAFARA / JOHN BOECKLIN / JEFFREY KENDRICK / JONATHAN MILLER / MICHAEL SPREITZER