Lyrics

Way out past where everyone turns back
I went and built my home by hand
Set every stone way off the beaten path
Drove every nail and settled in

So save you bread crumbs and throw away your map
It don't matter where you are or where you've been
I'll take what I can get and I'll put it all on black
Burn whatever's left and start again

500 mile down another five to go
These badlands ain't that bad at all
Waiting on a Greyhound to open up the road
I may be down but I ain't out

I'll take this heartache to my grave
And I won't pray for providence
There's blood out on the tracks and I'm wide awake
But I won't make those same mistakes again

I'll get the next round as long as I'm alone
Go and fill my glass with something I can trust
I'm working on my way out where ever I may roam
I'll fall apart long before I rust

500 miles from where I first lost my mind
In the backseat of a burned out Chevrolet
Just bury me alive in those city lights
And say what it is you came to say

I'll take this heartache to my grave
And I won't pray for providence
Come tonight if I die before I wake
The means won't justify the ends
And I won't make those same mistakes again