The Only Sound That's Left After The

Jewels And Binoculars Hang From The Head Of The Mule.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

She Takes Your Voice And Leaves You Howling At The Moon.

How Many Times Can A Man Turn His Head, And Pretend That He Just Doesn't See?

The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.