Tow the line Keep it fine Every man seeks this end Valhalla, you are calling Valhalla, you are calling me home Valhalla, new day dawning Valhalla, this is where I belong, I belong Halls of Valhalla Fierce is the gale

High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again But it's not that easy High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end And the world keeps spinning Broken bottles in the hotel lobby Seems to me like I'm just scared of never feeling it again I know

Where, where can I go? It’s a curse of mine to be sad at night All I see is road No one takes me home, It’s the hardest truth I’ve come to yet I was a daddy’s girl sometime, But I loved my momma till the end of line I am cold and I am bright,

I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,

I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,

Or are we dancer? Are we human? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender

At the end of the river the sundown beams All the relics of a life long lived Here, weary traveler rest your wand Sleep the journey from your eyes A kite above a graveyard grey At the end of the line far far away A child holding on to the magic of birth

Breathin' air I could be numb Borderline case Reinforced glass Earn some friends Passport photos and a life so bad Empty pocket and they think it's all They think it's all It's all ripped up on a smaller list?

Neon, the light they always leave on From the orange of the fall To the green of the summer, But my favorite color is With a little Johnny Lee on You put a double on your troubles on line This end of the tunnel is neon The sky in Cheyenne, Wyoming Is

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around