Music: Channing Wilson
I'm a long way from home just running down a song
I'm hellbent to write and it's putting up a fight
The days they fly by, the dark takes its own sweet time
Cheap whiskey burns but the fire is how you learn
Some folks call it paying dues
I call it having nothing to lose but time
You can waste it chasing guilt and pride
Or you can face it head on, and sing your song until you die
You gotta try and walk the line for the man up in the sky
When the angel down below's the only one fighting for your soul
Now the blood from your veins feels the love and the pain
Of the years being gone, running down a song
Some folks call it paying dues
I call it having nothing to lose but time
You can waste it chasing guilt and pride, or you can face it head on
And sing your song until you die
Well the miles add up, but they don't pay
The bills fold up real nice but they don't stay
Rhymes come and go as they please, like me I gotta ease on down the road, babe
There's a new sound calling, and my family name is like a tombstone chiseled in my brain
I was born outta phase going out in a blaze
So fill 'er up buddy, cup of joe I gotta go
Some folks call it paying dues
Hell, I call it having nothing to lose but time
You can waste it chasing guilt and pride, or face it head on and sing your song until you die
Yeah, until you die