I started running From that face in the mirror From all the lines We've etched into the palms of our hands We're still running It's 6AM and I'm driving I just watched the sun come up We've been treading concrete for hours now Counting minutes 'till I can get some sleep Somewhere, somehow It's one of those moments (one of those moments) Where your mind swims with doubt Like a preacher, knees bent Like a preacher, searching for answers to... Is this a dead end? Is this the way out? (repeat) 10,000 miles, 45 days So close to home, so tired You can see it on everyone's face Still we saw it all, you and I And all we needed: A pen, a page,a guitar, a van, a house, a stage Is this a dead end? Is this the way out? (repeat) In my 25 years I've had my fears and shed my tears But no one can take this away from me now