| Blood and roses on my road | |
| Don't know where I belong | |
| One sand dollar in my hand | |
| Don't need to understand | |
| A dog lying on the dirt | |
| Waiting for the birds | |
| Lost loves can't be found again | |
| I keep my southern dream | |
| Too much understanding kills me | |
| What am I to be | |
| A dog lying on the dirt | |
| Waiting for the birds | |
| And the winds are blowing high | |
| Silver ashes flying around | |
| And the winds are blowing high | |
| Silver ashes flying around | |
| Running on the roofs of L.A. | |
| I'm breathing in the clouds | |
| Traces kead me to the desert | |
| I'll stay in the sun | |
| Blood and roses on my road | |
| Don't know where I belong | |
| Blood and roses on my road | |
| Don't know where I belong |