You were the wayward sons of an absent father
Grew up on the road with only your brother and your car for company
The devil don't care what kind of car you drive
And sometimes it's all you can do to barely survive
And though you'd lay your head on a motel pillow at night
And though you feared the lives you saved weren't worth the fight
You live and learn and you try to see, though the ending's never easy
But you were never homeless, because family's where you're home
Sometimes you'd have a day - you could go anywhere
Stars above you and road ahead, silence is the only sound you hear
So what was the point of it all? It's hard to say
But I think that you did all right, 'cause at the end of the day
Though you'd lay your head on a motel pillow at night
And though you feared the lives you saved weren't worth the fight
You live and learn and you try to see, though the ending's never easy
But you were never homeless, because family's where you're home
You made your own choice, and that's all you can really do
Up against angels and demons, you did what you had to
You fight the war and you play the game, though you know that there's a price
When God himself is against you, you make the sacrifice.
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