Did not make out what i was meant to do

Shit storm high winds blue death is blowing through

I sank my stake in what i could with you

Built for the long haul make for a better ordeal

Could not make up my mind this time i ride beside

The trench is rough terrain but i feel it's the way

Make up what you will of the earth beneath our feet

It's still a mile to go to know this life is real

Did not sift out the lie from what was true

It bourn low tides white breath is speaking through

I bank my stake in what i earned with you

Act in the short term make for a better appeal

Could not persuade you so this time wait inside

It's not the words so much but the way you say

Make what you will of the stars beyond our reach

It's still a life to go to know just how you feel