When the truth it comes out
Will you be around?
At the end of the road
Will you see where we have to go?
Days winding by through the pictures on my shelf
I live with the lies, that I tell myself
Can I hang on strong, for awhile to your voice
We are here and are gone and I pray just like a boy
I will call your name like I used to long ago
How could it change when we shake hands old, and grown
A father's scale traded for the righteous path to share
That untouchable crusade I learned to follow and uncare
When the truth it comes out
Will you be around?
At the end of the road
Will you see where we have to go?