Burnt Out Roads

My boots are heavy

with the dust of these roads

And this old coat is carrying too many loads

But there's a spark

that the cold didn't kill

I'm standing quiet,

but I'm standing still (hmmmmm)

I am taking back the ground beneath my feet

No more running down that bitter-hearted street (yeah)

Left the shadows where the promises broke

Watch them scatter

like a handful of smoke

I am taking back the ground beneath my feet

No more running down that bitter-hearted street (ohhh)

Yeah, the ground beneath my feet (taking it back)