As I lie here on my back
I watch the sky and whisper that you're lying all the time
About what you once gave to me
and the things you said that seemed to be so right then
I believed in that
I will overcome the days without an end
It will free me from the roads without a bend
I won't sell my soul again to the ones who don't give a damn
I won't be a worn out man, no worn out man