Something imperfect the darkest white lie
And honesty's not a preferred reply
Tip toe'ing you know applies the same weight
We're grinning before our Novocaine
I'm packing my bag for another red eye
Rewriting my story with auto reply
The voice in my head just spitting out pain
Thought I was in my bed but I'm still on the train
If life is a road the meaning is gold
Like the rivers that run
It's here and it's gone
We travel alone and call it our home
Destination unknown
Disconnect on our own
Disconnect on our own
And call it our home
Disconnect on our own
And call it our home
A bridge over a broken river runs dry The sleeping dogs woken
A dead end road sign and nothing is so old to hide from today
What else fills the gap left from words you don't say
Nobody cares what you never had said：no rest for the wicked or rest when your dead
Born blessed with a ticket a mirror in your head
You can't erase erase engraved lead
If life is a road the meaning is gold
Like the rivers that run
It's here and it's gone
We travel alone and call it our home
Destination unknown
Disconnect on our own
Disconnect on our own
And call it our home
Disconnect on our own
And call it our home
