We all hitchhike on this road A traveler's soul wanting to come in from the cold It's so cold We run this map like a band of thieves We take all we want, never what we need What do we need? Ashes ashes we all fall down Amazing grace how sweet the sound Dust to dust, blow on these dry bones Pick me up, carry me home You have searched every broken road Longing to restore the travelers soul to your Make me whole Cuz I've about slipped to the end of this rope Feeling insecure, feeling like a joke Like a joke, that's not funny