Motivation: Those days when all seems all lost and you are so very far away home.
Lyrics
What lies in tatters,
trouble be known.
Seeking some wisdom,
so far from home.
It's been a long time not comin'.
A heavy cross to bear.
A long road of spinning wheels,
leading nowhere.
A man takes his freedom.
Another has his doubts.
And suffers in silence.
Suffers without.
Time was a wasted.
Gone are the goals.
All that's left now...
is a pocket full of holes.
Lookin' down the road
to a foregone conclusion.
It's easy to falter,
when gone is the vision.
See there's no where to run to,
nothing unseen.
No where for you to hide,
'cept the places that you've been.
A man takes his freedom.
Another has his doubts.
And suffers in silence.
Suffers without.
Time was a wasted.
Gone are the goals.
All that's left now...
is a pocket full of holes.
There's is a story,
sad but its true.
Sad for the reasons
sung of in blues.
Cause way over yonder,
over the hill,
there lies a true love,
waitin' there still.
A man takes his freedom.
Another has his doubts.
And suffers in silence.
Suffers without.
Time was a wasted.
Gone are the goals.
All that's left now...
is a pocket full of holes.
All that's left now...
is a pocket full of holes.
