That home-going road's always full of holes;
Though we slow down, time's wheel still rolls.


Native Guard. Graveyard Blues


That home-going road's always full of holes; Though we slow down, time's wheel still rolls.

That home-going road's always full of holes; Though we slow down, time's wheel still rolls.

That home-going road's always full of holes; Though we slow down, time's wheel still rolls.

That home-going road's always full of holes; Though we slow down, time's wheel still rolls.