Dust in my eyes, lead in my feet No reprise no retreat And I'm still not getting any younger What does it mean to trust? When it's all reduced to so many thinning lines So many hard times just waiting for an end In squalor we lie Watching ruins rise and compa**ion die While our better halves get f*cked in the head It's no wonder I can't sleep at night Every streetlight is a gravestone Ever road leads to the unknown Broken bones and broken spokes but my wheels are still turning My ears are ringing The choice is not choice at all When there's a gun to your head and a knife in your back What is it that you take me for anyways? Alone in the picket line For this I'm forever mired to this we all bare witness So where do we go from here? Hey lonely heart it's the end of the line and I'm writing your name