Matt Spitko

Lyrics

I was on the straight and the narrow
Even threw off that shapeshifting shadow
But when I didn't run, he still moved for his gun
And shot me where I stood in the street

You know me and my story
Lines drawn, yellow tape, take inventory
But all too often this tale, it doesn't end well
And the news trucks show up for the feast

And I know freedom's road is long
And we light the way with song
But it seems we move around
Through the same old busted towns
'Til we move on

Yes, I had learned and I was learning
Couldn't stop the thirst or the yearning
But each time I climbed their walls, the ladder did fall
And on my back I look up at men in sheets

And I know freedom's road is long
And we light the way with song
But it seems we move around
Through the same old busted towns
'Til we move on

And I know freedom's road is long
And we light the way with song
Freedom's road is long
But we keep on trucking on
Freedom's road is long
And we light the way with song
But we keep on movin' round
Through the same old, the same old.
'Til we move on