Lifer from II by T.G. Olson

Pale moon hangs overhead
Where only fools dare to tread
Looking for answers
Trying to see through the trees
Forest of deception crawling on your knees
Your bloody knees
On your knees
Come and go as you please
As you want as you need
Summer sun blazes overhead
There is no shade in the wastelands ahead
The kindness of a stranger a meal and a bed
A warm reception
Come and go as you please
As you want as you need
On your knees
Your bloody knees
Come and go as you please
This is for the lifers on the open road
The winds of costant sorrow blowing through your soul
This is for the lifers the troubadors
The winds of constant sorrow blowing through your soul
Pale moon hangs overhead
Where only fools dare to tread
This is for the lifers on the open road
The winds of costant sorrow blowing through your soul
This is for the lifers the troubadors
The winds of constant sorrow blowing through your soul

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States