I've been knocking on the door that holds the throne. I've been looking for the map that leads me home. I've been stumbling on good hearts turned to stone. The road of good intentions has gone dry
Now there's something coming through the air. That softly reminds me. Tonight, I'll park out on the hill. And wait until they find me You're slipping through the ether. A voice is coming through.
Born down in a dead man's town. The first kick I took was when I hit the ground. You end up like a dog that's been beat too much. Till you spend half your life just covering up. Born in the U. S.