Hard Life Video (MV)

It's a hard life getting over this dream that's left us cold and alone
And it's a good, good life until it's over and the only friend you ever had was the road
Little souvenirs will haunt you like the youth you threw away
Or the ghosts of past relationships that follow you around too this day

And I was just a boy when I went astray
A small town thrill seeker without a clue or a penny to his name
And I was so naïve to think it would end any other way
The same place that I started, just a little bit close to the grave

And I've seen streams of whiskey roll through mountains of weed, snow storms that would kill an army
When will I be free?