Video de Two Aging Truckers

A horse needs to run, a heart needs to bleed. An engine can't gain the miles if it's kept pristine
If the view of change is constant just like I've been told is any back yard the boundless starts to all directions unknown
Will I be there? Will I be there?
When all the stories fade, when I am out of breath?
My yoke is, your yoke is, restin' on our shoulders and we share the weary load
My yoke is, your yoke
We're just like two aging truckers down the road
Ah
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Children of our parents, a storybook held close
A mom and dad's heart-felt work is work down to the bone
And the leveraging meant everything, so a palace for a home
The remains of the day - were never shown, never known
Will I be there? Will I be there?
When all the stories fade, when I am out of breath?
My yoke is, your yoke is, restin' on our shoulders and we share the weary load
My yoke is, your yoke
We're just like, two aging truckers down the road
Ah
Ah
We now work in reverse, we salvage and we save
We fight the rust, one if by land, two if by grace
Sure as the spring will hail the greenest in all things
Let the freshest of our love set sail and and float the open breeze
Will I be there? Will I be there?
When all the stories fade, when I am out of breath?
Will I be there? Will I be there?
When all the stories oh!
My yoke is, your yoke is, restin' on our shoulders and we share the weary load
My yoke is, your yoke
We're just like, two aging truckers down the road
Ah
Ah
Two aging truckers down the road
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Ah
Two aging truckers down the road
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Two aging truckers down the road
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