Standard (EADGBE)
x2
--VERSE 1
flung wide
the salutations
the deep curse
and the shutters close
a spring house
in the making
on good earth
of my many'd
--PRECHORUS
souls in my soul
and fears I don't know
I hear there's a march we should go
--CHORUS
lost on this road
are there any real Sundays to find?
--VERSE 2
unbound
on the rising
the pell mell
of the miser kings
as you saw
what I'm seeing
oh you'd thaw
from the fires
--PRECHORUS
there's pace in your gait
and wake in your straights
I ache from the center out
--CHORUS
lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?
lost on this road are there any real souls?
--PRECHORUS
don't hear what I hear
don't see what I see
don't leave what I must leave behind
--CHORUS
lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?
--BREAKDOWN
this stop
I am hunger
the deep well
of a stranger held
and this heart a lonely hunter now
--CHORUS
I'm lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?
--ENDING
I'm lost on this road
are there any real souls?
are there any real souls
to find?
are there any real souls
to find?