Towpaths

Tired hands losing grip
Fingers burning
Trying to stand up straight
Forever slipping
With nothing left to offer
Limbs are burnt out
Dragging weight down the path
We'll never make it
Move on, rerun
Move on, rerun

Chewed up by exhaustion
Bodies defeated
Trying to push through it
Digging feet out
Disappointment at each turn
Never a good day
Nobody's coming to help you
We can't afford it
Move on, rerun
Move on, rerun

Move on, rerun
Move on, rerun
Move on, rerun
Move on, rerun
Move on, rerun
Move on, rerun



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Oska
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