The Tinman Cometh Lyrics

The Tinman Cometh lyrics

Point the wheel to the north

You've gotta steer us true

We'll ride this beast of rotting wood and rusted metal through

The winding hills and relentless head on winds

What do you do when the only thing holding this together is hope?

And it will never be enough

No, it will never be enough

Waiting for the next blow out

Waiting for the next catastrophe

When this road splits wide open

To swallow another champion heart

Stake another cross into the side of the road

Every cloud the casts a shadow

Cutting through with rain

All the words uttered in anger

Every ounce of pain

Every time the dust blows hard

Stinging our eyes and lungs

Is another reason to push forward

Till this journeys done

I didn't come this far to turn back now

Torn between that open road

And open arms welcoming me home