I've rolled my window down,

Streets breeze right through my hair,

I eye the town ahead,

will things be different there? 



With thoughts like these my senses dim,

I hope you can catch my drift, 



Mark My Words

Your fists can't keep me from the door

Mark My Words

I feel these streets more than I feel God Mark My Words

who do you think broke in these boots?

Mark My Words... 



And on that faithful day,

you told me I "forgot my roots",

but with tempests endured,

Hell - I've got nothing to prove to you.