We ride through
These plains of hurt
Through the southern green
And rock
On a railroad of knots
And there's blood on the lines
Of every page I turn
When the ones you love
Are the ones you burn
Being here
Somewhere singing songs
About a girl I hurt
I've been everywhere enough
I've been torn apart by the world
But there's apples in the trees
And diamonds in the earth
I've been losing my mind
Somehow it can't get worse
Being here
And the wind is blowing cold
And I can't escape the tears
One for every broken bone
And a hundred for all the years
Being here