Balsam Range Better Days
I'm a traveller on a dark road
Underneath the rising storm
I don't care which way the wind blows
I got no one to keep me warm
Thirty miles from West Virginia
Thirty miles from Tennessee
Just trying find some kind of highway
Where my mind belongs to me
Oh, hold on
Oh, I'm gone
On my way to better days
I got a picture in my pocket
Someone who used to make me smile
There will be no other like her
In a hundred million miles
I'd rather be a stranger
Than to stay here and survive
Cause there's nothing left to keep me
It's just keeping me alive
Oh, hold on
Oh, I'm gone
On my way to better days
Oh, hold on
Oh, I'm gone
On my way to better days
