Finish Line

All these mountain trails I roam

They have stories etched on every stone

Battered, broken, busted lines

Carved inside my cold, hard mind

In the quiet of the morning dew

I hear your voice and think of you

In the blueness of your eyes

I feel I've reached the finish line

When I make it to the promised land

I pray I've done the best I can

A lonesome flash of holy light

Cutting through the dark of night

I'll raise a glass to those who died

And curse the ones with hollow eyes

For loving hard and singing rhymes

With no air left to breathe

On these lonesome city streets

Now I pray to keep my liver clean

And bring the world down to its knees

With softly spoken prose

If I were a gambling man

I could lose it all on my last hand

'Cause one man's hope can only stand

As far as his own feet will go

When I make it to the promised land

I pray I've done the best I can

A lonesome flash of holy light

Burning through the dark of night

I'll raise a glass to those who died

And curse the ones with hollow eyes

For loving hard and singing rhymes

With no air left to breathe

For loving hard and singing rhymes

With no air left to breathe