Glass City Blues
Where
we
go
is a no man's go
The path is worn
beneath our boots
Finding comfort
in our quiet roots
Every mile
a story left untold
Walking together
through the morning cold
All the way to somewhere glide (mmm)
Where
we
go
is a no man's go
The path is worn
beneath our boots
Finding comfort
in our quiet roots
Every mile
a story left untold
Walking together
through the morning cold
All the way to somewhere glide (mmm)