Yeah, I know, it's not going my way This time for sure And I'll have to find it somewhere else I've looked and found it before Yeah, painful sounds of the highways and the freeways we run Coincide with the places we've been And the pain we've all known Hold on Hold on Feel it in my bones, feel it in my bones Oh, with the tide Thistle in the wood, in the wood, thorn in my side Hold on Hold on