Tuesday morning cans gotta hide the memory of your raised hand
Still got no one to be, still sinking in that endless open sea
So hit the road get your toes in the sand
Even when life hasn't quite worked out as planned
No one here knows the story that burns in your hand
And it's always the guys with the neck tattoos that hold you close
And say I love you
Where desperation reigns
And it's fitting in these blood-soaked open plains
Where nothing makes much sense
Looking through this dusty broken chain link fence
So take it like a man and run and cower underneath
The southern stars of this stolen land.