as I ride on these rails that’s my life laying rail as I ride
through this un-enchanted wildwood there be dogs there be dust in my eyes
and oh, god knows I can drive but I don’t make the rules I’m still burning bridges for fuel
from the ashes of those fires there’ll be heat there’ll be work to be done
there’ll be new stars illuminating my laying rails for my daughters and sons
and oh, god knows I can drive but I don’t make the rules I’m still burning bridges for fuel
you gotta lose to need it you gotta hurt to feel it let it go like a balloon you gotta face the morning you gotta heed the warning better get yourself to school or it’s over
so I ride on these rails that’s my life and I’m doing it slow ‘cause to move into a cabin with a gun is not the right thing to do
and oh, god knows I can drive but I don’t make the rules I’m still burning bridges for fuel