Headlights burn like torches on the way to a war Tell me what it was that we were fighting for Who is this god to which we sacrifice I say whatever he wants, we better give it to him twice You want to help me Give me a hand back down 'Cause I'm feeling a little rough Around the edges now Highway apostles, take me in your arms Living in these alleys gonna to do me some harm I'm outside the truck stop talking in tongues Sermons to the deaf, selling salvation to the dumb Ten years of rolling, it's been a hell of a ride I learned that getting what you want don't leave you satisfied Runaway eyes and bullet proof glass Fearing the future running towards the past Chained to the counter in some terrible town I'd like to take you all away, we'd never get off the ground