I walk without you but I need to believe I've got my own eyes now And I want you to see There's no discretion in my voice And you need to stand clear
Done me wrong Done all wrong All the wrong I've done I'm sure I'll live quite long Done all wrong Done me wrong All the wrong I've done I'm sure I'll
Yeay......Well I'm driving down this road, on this big old motorcycle I've been riding this so many years that I've forgotten wise Just some guys & boys
Out on the corner with cast iron blood 10,000 or more with hearts on their own They say I might die and I maybe cold I may have no Jesus, I may have no
I will walk with Jesus, till I cant go any more And I will stay with Jesus, till I can't go another mile And people will see all the good that's concealed
Restless sinner, rest in sin He's got no face to hold him in He feels his day is dark as night He's been waiting with the blind Just to find a place to
I've been waitin' on the fault line Let the needle take me on I'll be standing with my dyin' bell If you care to come along Racin' with the risin' tide
I am the line, I hold you near, There is no burden left to bear, I can see clear, You're in suspension, you know no love, There is no story left to tell
This is more than I wanted Take me out of the dark, I roam there Cold and black, you're out of touch, yeah Lightly falling in a whisper, you're scared
You're everything you need and so you fight You take them on your own until you die The wisdom in your breath comes much too late And everyone you see
I got a feeling I can't lose I got a sympathetic noose But I don't know how to be grateful Yeah, I don't know how you're thankful I got a feeling I can
Son, I see it in your eyes There is a burden you cannot hide But in their arms you feel so alive And in a moment you cast aside All lines have broken
Time won't save our souls Time won't save our souls Time won't save my soul, no Well, everything is going down Nothing seems to feel same No one seems
want to ride on my motorcycle And I don't want a tickle 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle And I don't want to die Just want to ride on my motorcycle
Poppity, poppity, poppity pop goes the motorcycle
She's a reckless lover with her blood stained hands 'Round the neck of her helpless man She's the midnight silence, an outbound train She's glory of fallen
I'm a constant sinner, a conscience killer I'm a righteous heartache, never gonna let you get close to mine I'm a punk every time, give me little room