Starts at that place near the lake of tears It's at that part of your throat where the lump first appears We've been taming the world with an old tweed amp But it snarls at your tent just as you're breaking camp So we drove all the night but we're not any nearer Now the sun's coming up in your rearview mirror God I miss my wife and I miss my kids And those little ways you die just to live through this You're all writing your chapters with swagger and flair And i'd love to read them ah but i'm not there Well there will be no medals won't get a crown
For this little thing you picked up you can't put down You've been spending what you have to pay all your dues For this thing that you love takes me farther from you It's always the sound of a lonesome guitar Under cool autumn sky under solitary star Yeah it's all that stuff a child's faith believes They say all the rivers they run to the sea So here's to the joy and no regrets What with all of these dear friends and loved ones we've met And I'm so bad at the math when counting the costs You just go where you will under the sign of the cross