Route 66

Woke up this morning in a bad state of mind
The pills ain't working, no, the years passing by
Poured down some old whiskey to drink
Who cares to taste the truth?
Who dares to risk it?
Who dares to risk it?

Got my old six-string, step onto the gas
Into the Route 66
Got a marble stare and red on my hands
Into the route of relief

The dreams are now forgotten, not a glimpse to hold on
Through the desert of incompletes to trace a grain of vow
Stretching my arm to clear the horizon from its wrongs
Who cares to feel the truth?
Who dares to risk it?
Who dares to risk it?

Got my old six-string, don't let off the gas
Into the Route 66
Roll the windows down, dirt on my knuckles
Into the route of relief

Scenes were fading
I followed a light attached to a string of haze
Should have held on
The noises, the faces, the sense of faith I had
Couldn't save a brick before it was gone
Tomorrow was always yesterday

I left a dent on my bed to drive myself away
And even though I rage inside there's nothing left to fight
Keep an eye on the road, don't wanna miss the show
Who cares to see the truth?
And while I set the rules for my journey
I stumble upon
All those parts of myself that strive to stay awake

That strive to stay awake



Credits
Writer(s): Dimitrios Liapodimitris, Konstantinos Palantzas
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