Lyrics

january winds are burn our hand but the cold is in our blood

our tired eyes look for truth and the world don't want us now

oh, said the world don't us now


it's lonely on these roads alone but you know that more than i

it's helps to find a place to rest to wait your search and cry

oh, you'd better wait your search and cry


oh traveler, perhaps our roads will cross late some august night

will shake hands and talk to late and we'll know what home feels like

oh, I wanna know what home feels like


january winds burn our hand but the cold is in our blood

our tired eyes look for truth but the world don't want us now

oh, said the world don't want us now