When I walk alone I think I am the better man
'Cause when I come back home my past catches up again
So I've spent endless days on dusty gravel roads
My feet have bled and my tears have been shed
And I still got nothing to show
I'm a young man - with an old man's soul
Well, I've sought escape in the darkest parts of life
I've done things I wish I could cut from the back of my mind
But no matter what kind of comforts I seek to find
I can never get enough; I'm a factory of lust
No, I'm never satisfied
I'm a young man - with an old man's soul
I've lost friends along the way to entry drugs
And I've lost friends along the way in the name of some so-called 'love'
We're always claiming to know something from beyond
Using the truth as a word to justify the hurt
We'll soon get what we deserve