We're gonna ride straight through the night
Yeah, all we had has been spent and gone
On hospital bills, those cheap hotels, a flat black six shooter
And Documents to change your name
Those boys ain't no friends of mine, just let 'em talk how they talk
We're gonna leave it far behind
And won't stop until we see the light
So just stay low beneath the wires
This cold cuts straight to the bone
We're hid up in the hills, hands to the flame
Where once we were brave and strong
Yeah we were rock salt and nails
Now there ain't much left at all, just earthquake weather days
And second chances that we didn't take
I know its hard to make yourself believe in anything at all
But we ain't gonna let nobody know
And we won't waste our time on goodbyes, or apologies, or retracing old lines
That won't change
There's gotta be someplace that we can call our own
Where they don't see things as black or white
Where all the mistakes we've made are just shades of grey