So this is the new morning, but I don't feel new at all
It is not what you deserve, it's what you get when the day is done
I am sick of gathering roses for a lover yet to come
I can hear the highway calling and I know she just will not call twice
I have been a sorry fool, but what else could a man be
When they teach him tons of bullshit and not a single useful thing
Maybe I am down with love, maybe I am blind with pride
Maybe I am forever a stranger chasing ghosts into the darkest night
Holy road
Don't turn me away
I got no one left
But myself, but myself, but myself
Holy road
Don't turn me down
My heart's a broken glass
On the ground, on the ground, on the ground
So this is the new morning and I don't feel new at all
It is not what you deserved, it's just what you finally got
I am sick of striking poses for somebody who's not there
I can hear the highway calling, whispering it is not too late
Not too late
Holy road
Don't turn me away
I got no one left
But myself, but myself, but myself
Holy road
Don't turn me down
My heart's a broken glass
On the ground, on the ground, on the ground
