| Early morning, dreary horizon | |
| Aching hands are pulling a millstone | |
| Wailing from the cart | |
| Moaning from a shattered heart | |
| He’s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he’s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| He’s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he’s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| Oh he is worn out from marching | |
| And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching | |
| Yet he keeps up the stride | |
| God knows that he won’t arrive | |
| He’s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he’s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| He’s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he’s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin |
| Early morning, dreary horizon | |
| Aching hands are pulling a millstone | |
| Wailing from the cart | |
| Moaning from a shattered heart | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| Oh he is worn out from marching | |
| And he' s forgotten for what he' s searching | |
| Yet he keeps up the stride | |
| God knows that he won' t arrive | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin |
| Early morning, dreary horizon | |
| Aching hands are pulling a millstone | |
| Wailing from the cart | |
| Moaning from a shattered heart | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| Oh he is worn out from marching | |
| And he' s forgotten for what he' s searching | |
| Yet he keeps up the stride | |
| God knows that he won' t arrive | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin | |
| He' s burned down many a bridge | |
| And he' s scared of walking in the dark | |
| It hurts when the rain falls on his skin |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)