Intro Verso 1: This isn't the end We're just getting started The road stretches on, and on, and on We're moving again Sun on our skin, And cracks in the pavement We'll aim for a place we've never been It's all what we make it, whoa All I am is just a traveler With dirt on my hands All I have is dust in my pockets And you in the end In the end Verso 2: Summer to fall We're wrapped up in blankets We're wrapped up in every-thing we fear It's all what we make it, whoa All I am is just a traveler With dirt on my hands All I have is dust in my pockets And you in the end Ponte: Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive When nightmares close us in Heartbeart, take me, away from all the troubles that I see Oh, it's all what we make it, it's all what we make it, oh All I am is just a traveler With dirt on my hands All I have is dust in my pockets And you in the end Oh, all I am is just a traveler With dirt on my hands All I have is dust in my pockets And you in the end Dust in my pockets And you in the end In the end