| As I’m thrown into an empty room |
| Or should I say a box? |
| I try to turn around and leave |
| Buth the door it slams and locks |
| So I sit here and I think about |
| All the evil things I’ve done |
| I lost where I was going |
| Cause I forgot where I came from |
| I surrender |
| Put my weapons down |
| I can’t remember |
| What I’m doing in this town |
| It’s time for me to pack my bags |
| I’ll always be alone |
| The only thing I’ve ever known |
| Is out there on the road |
| I’m a drifter |
| Now ever time I look straight |
| Into my father eyes |
| I see how hurt and broken down |
| He is from all the times |
| He had to watch the son he raised |
| Follow in his steps |
| The only option that he ever had |
| Was to hope for the best |
| I surrender |
| Put my weapons down |
| I can’t remember |
| What I’m doing in this town |
| It’s time for me to pack my bags |
| I’ll always be alone |
| The only thing I’ve ever known |
| Is out there on the road |
| I’m a drifter |
| My faith is weak my soul is bound |
| This lonely road I travel down |
| I scrape my feet |
| This jagged ground the cuts run deep |
| Into me now mother |
| Oh why aren’t you here? |
| So young I was you disappeared |
| I know the truth is ugly |
| Did you truly ever love me? |
| I surrender |
| Curse my mother’s soul |
| I still miss her |
| No matter where I go It’s time for me to pack my bags |
| I’ll always be alone |
| The only thing I’ve ever known |
| Is a broken home |
| (Merci à Nathan pour cettes paroles) |