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.