The roaming road
Familiar as it seems
Will make it back to me
The changing time
Has pushed me back to start
Let's count the odds of luck
The name of wealth
Was never close to me
Far as the desert heat
Carry on
Walking with a crutch
Cause hard work was supposed to pay
The mind is stuck
A trigger on the broken gun
I can not replace
I, too, lie
But you still can't see
So read my mind
Cause words don't stand a chance
The roaming road
Made it clear to me
It's who I choose to be
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