On the road
We didn't see a soul for hours
And on the road
You didn't say a word for hours
To fit the mood
To fit the mood

It sends a chill through me
When you look at the stars and say
You all are behaving like your blood is the same as my blood
But you let the world stop trying
And you let the world stop trying
You let the world give up
And my blood runs against that kind of blood

The name of this place
You speak it like a question
You speak it like a sentence all its own
It tells us how the world has merged in places with the dark
It sends a chill through me
When you look at the stars and say
You all are behaving like your blood is the same as my blood
But you let the world stop trying
And you let the world stop trying
You let the world give up
And my blood runs against that kind of blood
Nobody tries that hard anymore
Nobody tries that hard anymore
Nobody tries that hard anymore
Nobody tries that hard anymore