Ancient Roads

We wash our feet on the pavement of the sidewalk
But we'll always stand our ground
The four wheels of this van are falling off one by one
But will never bring us down
But we'll ride, till this van will meet the sunrise
Till the soles on our shoes run dry
And tatter holes that tell the stories
Of how we lived our lives

Take another look because were never coming home
This road is our family and our family's all we know
The ones we hold the closest are our brethren from our shows
Welcome to our home
Welcome to the road

And we, we are, we are the ones, that will tread
These ancient roads alike, till the day we die

Take your last look Because I'm walking out the door
I'll throw away the key as I coast along the shore
This streetlight signifies that we’ve made it on our own
Welcome to our home