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My momma told me at the tender age of five |
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Son, you're going to be the saddest man alive |
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And I've been raging, bleeding with hatred running through my veins |
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With fingers crossed been breeding pain along the way |
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And now here I roam on my way there on this rocky road |
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Still three feet to go down this cold and barren hole |
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How have I made this far? |
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Road goes on and though it all went wrong |
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At the halfway bar I raise my glass and flush the past away |
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My momma told me at the fragile age of five |
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Son, in your soul lies a cancer that'll eat you alive |
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And there at the end of a rainbow was shining bucket a dirt |
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I tried but was unable to shove it down to taste its worth |
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And now here I am on my way there on this rocky road |
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Now I understand I can't give in, I can't let go |
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Glad I've made this far |
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Road goes on and though it all went wrong |
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At the halfway bar I raise my glass and flush the past away |
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And though I sing along with the same old song |
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For as long as there's a pulse, a beating, I'll make it through the day |
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Make it through the day yeah |
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Road goes on and though it all went wrong |
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At the halfway bar I raise my glass and flush the past away |
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And though I sing along with the same old song |
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For as long as there's a pulse, a beating, I'll make it through the day |
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Oh yeah |
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I'll make it through the day |
