Think of all the damage done All them beautiful wars that you’ve won And all those western suns That you’ve worked your whole life through Remember all the smiles you see Never give in to the big machine And run out of gasoline The first night you take her out
You’ll be seeing me again young man Once you travel through this cold harsh land You smile all you can For the life he’s giving you
But I hope this letter finds you When you’re fightin’ this old world on your own I’ll be flying by sunrise On a cloud that’s finally bringing me back home Just know when you finally make it His blood lines are proud of you To its bones To its bones
I remember when I was young With No need for hats being hung We’d howl at the moon till dawn Just to work all day tomorrow There is one thing that I’ve learned We all grown tired and yearn For the days that our hearts burn Our passion and no sorrow
So find the time to breathe Take nothing seriously Know your blood line blames For a hope that’s billed to follow
But I hope this letter finds you When you’re fightin’ this old world on your own I’ll be flying by sunrise On a cloud that’s finally bringing me back home Just know when you finally make it His blood lines are proud of you To its bones To its bones
And this letter will be sitting here So you know I’m always near Gotta leave now boy Hear the hymns mighty clear