Astray in the barn, dust in my lungs, and no way to get back
Under the gun - a slip and you're done like the day
I went to America
Broken and reborn
I'd have found a way to you
Just as sure as the ink on my arm
I believed you were gone
White canvas sky above and a field full of stars - jet black
Run to the arms as thin as the boards of the barn
I went to America
Broken and reborn
I'd have found a way to you
Just as sure as the ink on my arm
I believed you were gone
I went to America
Broken and reborn
I'd have found a way to you
Sure as the ink on my arm
And the life that we lost
I am in the dark