Lyrics
Too many scars, too many thrills
Too many lost, too many kills
Too many drinks, too many pills
Too many hurt, too many years
Too many lost, too many tears
Too many bars, too many cheers
Too many eyes but no one sees
Too many lies, too much deceit
To finally see through all the mirrors
Dreaming of an open sky
Of days where all the wrongs are made right
Hoops of fire, shy of liars
Traitors work their funeral pyres
Too many sides to every deal
Too many sights, too much to seal
Too many broken yet to heal
Dreaming of an open sky
Of days where all the wrongs are made right
Hoops of fire, shy of liars
Traitors work their funeral pyres
Too many radical ideas
Too much of siding with the fierce
And so the strong break down in tears
Too many sides to every deal
Too many sights, too much to seal
Too many broken yet to heal
The battle goes on
Dreaming of an open sky
Dreaming of an open road
Open sky