Straight Lines To Bad Lands

In construction, I'll honor your soul

Laid down, something more beautiful

I'm tempted to rewrite it all

This time I know I'm going

In straight lines to bad lands

I'm leaving nothing to chance

Courageous mind, my left hand

Reaches for you I'm holding

On for dear life, cut from old cloth

Tarred by the same brush

As I sit here in the window of third

For the first time I feel I wont fall

In straight lines to bad lands

I'm leaving nothing to chance

Courageous mind, my left hand

Reaches for you I'm holding

I believe in

I believe in when

I believe in

I believe in when