Exile

Enduring Love

You reach the point that's past halfway and then it's all downhill
Well long after the empty glass and past the point of swill
Home's another mystery when you've been gone for so long
Everything once dead to you immortalized in song

It's not what you do, it's only what you're made up of
Brave the bitter cold my brave enduring love

We all need a father to steer and press the gas
The rain down on my windshield was wiped away so fast
We found homes in histories now buried in the past
There's things you just can't do alone so cheers and thanks for that

The stage lights fade away on all those boys with loud guitars
Stomping all their feet and screaming in the bars
It's not what you do, it's only what you're made up of
Brave the bitter cold my brave enduring love