Got to thinkin that I should start drinkin again
Tonight, I got nothin to forget,
the weight of the world ain't on my chest.
Seen my fair share of trains gone by
Now I'm raising my glass to the miles of endless sky
'cause it doesn't really matter how far you go
or how long it took you to get there
as long as you're willing to get there.
"Well do ya know how to get there?"
Yeah, I'll get there when I get there.
'Nother evenin, I'm feelin out my feelins again.
Wanna break all these bad habits that I got
and lately I've been feelin too numb on pot.
So I'm reaching for a bottle again.
No, it's not you're only friend.
It's not your only friend you know.
So how long it take you to get there
and what about the mess you left there?
Got all your life to reflect, oh what's to show?
What waits in the bottom of your glass?
You're more than your scars, your fears, and your past.
You got miles to go,
yeah, miles to go.
What waits in the bottom of your glass?
When's the last time you took off your mask?
What waits in the bottom of your glass?
You're more than your scars, your fears, and your past.
You got miles to go,
can't you see, you've miles to go?
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