I left home the beloved second son Filled with promise and a tear drop in my eye An escape my new life had just begun With a whisper I did run into the night, into the night
Go where there's dust I chase my shadow from the sun Fix my eyes on the ocean keep it in my sight There I sail into a sinking sea of sin no getting out once you've been in Its not to try, its not to try
Hold the wind hold the line woo who who Hold the wind hold the line woo who who
Longer at sea I begin to lose my mind No sense of wrong or right just survive Sky it guides me where my anger always goes Into a bottle and overflows out my mind, oh out my mind
Hold the wind hold the line woo who who Hold the wind hold the line ah, ah, ah Hey!
Gone where they don't find the open road bottles all I know I can't get dry, dry Iv'e lost everything I know I still can't find, find, the line, hold the line
Hold the wind hold the line woo who who Hold the wind hold the line woo who who Hold the wind hold the line woo who who Hold the wind hold the line ah, ah, ah
Hey, hey, hey!
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) (ASCAP)Editores: Kohaw Music Inc (ASCAP), Ruminating Music (ASCAP), The White Buffalo International (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #6034411 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM