Get back up, remember your name.
You're not the kid with the ten-gallon shame.
Not quite found your infinite bliss.
Just the smell of alcohol, blood and piss.
All alone under the over - passing skies
So heavy the load.
Heart and soul is all I have today to give.
And the indian paintbrush falls
Beside the road nature calls.
Hope these shoes can take the miles today
I know there's bread ahead and a place to stay.
All alone under the over - passing skies
So heavy the load.
Heart and soul is all I have today to give.
What is goin' on?
Is this the dusk, or the dawn?
This suffering must end.
I see a rainbow on up ahead.
There's still some faith and hope in this hard, old head.
And I'm not so alone under the over - passing skies
So heavy the load.
Heart and soul is what have today to give.
To give