FOX AND BONES

Lyrics

Roads, marrow of stone
Purveyors of all that we thought that we know
Cousins of dirt in the fortress of time
Divided by none sans a small yellow line

Roads, the makers of dreams
In a world where nothing is as it seems
The wheels they spin, in the mud of belief
What's in too deep will come apart at the seems

Still we ride on
Through the wind and the storm
Through the reckless unknown
The broken and bold
Still we dive in
To the depths of the dark
On a promise of stars
We have what we hold
This life on the road

Bound by the ghosts of the night
In the towns that are harrowed by time
Enwrapped within rhythm but lost without rhyme
The feast and the fast are our last links to life


Still we ride on
Through the wind and the storm
Through the reckless unknown
The broken and bold
Still we dive in
To the depths of the dark
On a promise of stars
We have what we hold
This life on the road
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