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