This isn't the end
We're just getting started
The road stretches on, and on, and on
We're moving again
Sun on our skin,
And cracks in the pavement
We'll aim for a place we've never been
It's all what we make it, whoa
All I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end
In the end
Summer to fall
We're wrapped up in blankets
We're wrapped up in every-thing we fear
It's all what we make it, whoa
All I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end
Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive
When nightmares close us in
Heartbeart, take me, away from all the troubles that I see
Oh, it's all what we make it, it's all what we make it, oh
All I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end
Oh, all I am is just a traveler
With dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets
And you in the end
Dust in my pockets
And you in the end
In the end