The Drifter (Devour The Day)

He’s been chasing white lines across the open sky Following them far away from the ones he left behind And even though he’s misses her He was born a traveler White line after white line he inhales White line after white line he inhales He’s a drifter and a gambler He’s a lonely rolling stone He’s a dreamer and a rambler And the highway is his home All the pain that he’s collected On a long and wicked road It’s in his eyes But the dream in inside the drifter never dies People turn to vampires on these veins of interstate Hearts gift-wrapped barbed wire as the move from place to place And he can nail them on the wind The demons chasing after him White line after white line he inhales White line after white line he inhales He’s a drifter and a gambler He’s a lonely rolling stone He’s a dreamer and a rambler And the highway is his home All the pain that he’s collected On a long and wicked road is in his eyes But the dream in inside the drifter never dies And even though he misses her He was born a traveler White line after white line he inhales White line after white line he exhales