Текст песни: The Miles On My Shoes + перевод

They locked me up: 20 years' time

To sit in a room with the dank and the grime

And scribble a note on the prison walls

Don’t be the one that they make fall

Water pours through the drain of your soul

No salvation

Shoes black as coal

Wandering the seas of unfair sand

Hoping for a helping hand

Sometimes it’s hard to be a rebel

Some days I might get the blues

But then I stop and count out

The miles on my shoes

Crusin' down 80 going 95

No one’s around floor the pedal and drive

Battle the day’s dark twisted sun

Fight for the night without a gun

The license plate reads out the words

Digital to some, but to others unheard

Wandering the seas of unfair sand

Hoping for a helping hand

Sometimes it’s hard to be a rebel

Some days I might get the blues

But then I stop and count out

The miles on my shoes

Oh-oh-whoa-oh

Oh-oh-whoa-oh

Oh-oh-whoa-oh-oooh!

A blind man’s hearing guiding me

I’ll fight the danger I cannot see

But I’m still stranded in this world

Just waiting for my route to unfurl

Wandering the seas of unfair sand

Hoping for a helping hand

Sometimes it’s hard to be a rebel

Some days I might get the blues

But then I stop! and count out

The miles on my shoes

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