Woorden: Rocky Votolato. Burning My Travels Clean. October.

Everyone will sing songs of lost mothers
Every debt will be paid in the end
Lives lived will be brought back into focus
As each one looses the place where it begins

Please tell them I said I'm sorry
I knew not all that I did
This message carried hopefully will carry
Much more weight than words of men down here

Feel your losses you'll know that it's October
Stretched out short days eat you from within
Lives lived brought back homeward
I'm leaving home again

Please tell me it's not the last time
Though that day awaits keep it far from here
There's still much work we've to get done
Your lighthouse is burning my travels clean