This isn't the end

We're just getting started

The road stretches on and on and on

We're moving again

Sun on our skin

And cracks in the pavement

We'll aim for a place we've never been

It's all what we make it whoa oh

All I am is just a traveler

With dirt on my hands

All I have is dust in my pockets

And you in the end

In the end

Summer to fall

We're wrapped up in blankets

We're wrapped up in everything we fear

It's all what we make it whoa

All I am is just a traveler

With dirt on my hands

All I have is dust in my pockets

And you in the end

Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive

When nightmares' close us in

Heartbeat take me away from all the troubles that I see

Oh it's all what we make it

It's all what we make it whoa oh

All I am is just a traveler

With dirt on my hands

All I have is dust in my pockets

And you in the end

Oh all I am is just a traveler

With dirt on my hands

And all I have is dust in my pockets

You in the end

Dust in my pockets

And you in the end

In the end