Cold along and weary, when is gonna day?
Burst it up an over coat who covering my ear.
Itâs one more season, Iâm trying to lay down,
Hear that old life of mumble with no one around.
Through million miles of walking and a million things to say
I canât cut closer to the bone, hard time, they never go away.
Hear big wind blowing coming on strong,
Tearing up a good man and everythingâs gone wrong.
And I led a trouble life, whoâs to mean
I bury most of good parts and let the bad run free.
Through million miles of walking and a million things to say
I canât cut closer to the bone, hard time, they never go away.
Through million miles of walking and a million things to say
I canât cut closer to the bone, hard time, they never go away.
Weâre hard aching sadness and look to be my friend,
Now Iâd like to kill them both and start all over again.
They canât define their lives by my past
The angry endeavor hit me up at last.
Through million miles of walking and a million things to say
I canât cut closer to the bone, hard time, they never go away.
Through million miles of walking and a million things to say
I canât cut closer to the bone, hard time, they never go away.