Frayed Ends
By: Jetty Rae
Duration
4:47
Genres
Lyrics
We all hitchhike on this road A travelers soul waiting to come in from the cold It's so cold We’ve run this map like a band of thieves We take all we want, but never what we need What do I need Ashes ashes we all fall down Amazing grace how sweet the sound Dust to dust, blow on these dry bones Pick me up, carry me home You have searched every broken road Longing to restore this travelers soul to your Make me whole Cuz I've about slipped to the end of this rope Feeling insecure, feeling like a joke But it’s not funny