Far off in the distance can be seen
Sanctuary that the tired travelers will need
Only from persistence does the party carry on
Driven by a feeling that a heart is never gone
Some of them were young with perfect pictures in their minds
Some were never innocent, they were betrayed and left behind
One for the road Salvaged and sold Out on the road
In the flesh you need the prize of another
Test to prove a gift to be discovered
Stolen then returned by another
Stolen then returned by a lover
There some that stay, there are some that leave
Many in the middle that will lie and cheat steal
There are some who stay, there are some who leave
Thieving is the way that works for those that would not grieve
Any open door presents a perfect place to rest
Quickly, comforting affection tricks the lonely guest
Some of them will doubt, while hoping to believe
Making more mistakes while seeking some reprieve
Out on the road Salvaged and sold One for the road
In the flesh you need the prize of another
Test to prove a gift to be discovered
Stolen then returned by another
Stolen then returned by a lover
There are some that would stay in a house, run down and rotten
Some find a way out to seek another soul forgotten
Some of them would kill to be the one that wins a heart
Some would give their last breath to have just one in lover's arms
Hear a voice insisting on a reason to sing songs
Picturing the morning when they find where they belong