I've rolled my window down,
Streets breeze right through my hair,
I eye the town ahead,
Will things be different there?

With thoughts like these my senses dim,
I hope you can catch my drift,

Mark My Words
Your fists can't keep me from the door
Mark My Words
I feel these streets more than I feel God Mark My Words
Who do you think broke in these boots?
Mark My Words

And on that faithful day,
You told me I "forgot my roots",
But with tempests endured,
Hell - I've got nothing to prove to you