Dragged it through the mud
The worry rock has turned to dust
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
Another wasted night
But without a kiss again
Another sentimental argument
Promise me no dead end streets
A knocked down dragged out fight
Yelling at brick walls and
Where do we go from here?
And bitter love
And no one will take the fall
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And what did you do with the directions?
And no one will take the fall
Punching windows made of stone
Fat lips and open wounds
Fallen on our pride
Where do we go from here?
Fat lips and open wounds
But without a kiss again
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
Dragged it through the mud
Another wasted night
A knocked down dragged out fight
