Roll On The Rusted Days

Do you remember the good times?
 We used to hang em on the heavy days
 Oh lord we was wild wind then
 Our heads full of dreams and cocaine
 Blowing through the ditches and city canyons
 And into the sky of those reckless days
 If I knew now what I knew then
 I'd run just a little bit harder
 And sing a song like Jesus did when they nailed him on high
 Funny how the time flies by until the flesh slides from our bones
 Here we are setting summer plans
 And the leaves have all turned brown and are falling
 And the rain is calling
 Riding in a coffin full of sunshine
 High up in the snowy highways
 There coked up the mountains look like the skulls of gods
 But they never made our graves
 Brother keep on rolling on
 And dragging your pride through the mud
 There may be nothing left to live for now
 But the wind blows on rusted days
 Let the sun fire into our eyes before our blood is rusted dry
 The speed rushing through our veins
 Is eating up the miles of this lonesome highway
 Let's crawl back onto the road before dawn
 Tries to keep our load
 Man, it's such a simple game
 Another town, another rusted day