Sky bleeds red like a neon sign
Calendar's ashes
They twist and unwind
Gravel road
No finish in sight
Hold tight hold tight
Hang in there we're almost done
Burn the year down like a setting sun
Ashes fall but we still run
End of the line end of the line
Fingers raw from holding the wheel
The grind the crash the ache you feel
Midnight whispers in the engine's hum
Keep going keep going
Smoke in the air and fire in the sky
One more mile till the ghosts pass by
Hang in there we're almost done
Burn the year down like a setting sun
Ashes fall but we still run
End of the line end of the line
Flames in the rear-view chasing our breath
Hope rides shotgun with the scent of death
The clock's last tick's a war drum beat
Onward onward
