So crawl on my belly til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all the way Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace Touch my mouth And hold my tongue I'll never be your chosen one I'll be home,

But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love, you'll find peace And the you you're meant to be

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What

On this Gulfport Island Road It's the last fair deal goin' down On that Gulfport Island Road I love the way you do My captain's so mean on me Last fair deal goin' down It's the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord Please, Ida Belle, don't cry this time

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

You cut me down When I'm on my knees I'll still believe, And when I've hit the ground, neither lost nor found, If you believe in me I'll still believe So I was lost, go count the cost, Before you go to the Holland Road, With your heart like a stone you

Oh lord, have mercy on my soul For I have walked the sinful road Lord, have mercy on me, please So I'm gonna get down on my knees Beg forgiveness to help set me free Lord, have mercy on my soul That I'm down on my knees Jesus, I must confess

Feeling like I know the words Of a song I haven't wrote A song of love, A song of hope A song that guides me down this road A snowflake falls onto my cheek As I wake up from this distant sleep I stand all dazed as I look around What is this place that I

Oh my darling, oh my love The things that we are made of I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night Following the summer moon, bright as any pair of headlights I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm A moment captured

I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many