Texty: Chris Cornell. Carry On. Your Soul Today.

Sleeping on the road that takes you home
Howling at the moon at midnight
I want the wrong that sets you right
I'll be praying at your bedside

How long I've been a soul in the gutter?
I don't have a home or a mother
Or anywhere to lay my head down

Can I visit your arms, can I visit your legs?
I won't need your insults or praise
Won't burden your heart, don't worry your head
Yeah, if you don't want a soul mate I'm your soul today

Hanging on a rope from a burning tree
Singing on a broken headstone
Bleeding from an old wound, swimming in the fever
Waiting for a resurrection

I know it's a miracle I've lived this long
I don't want to give the wrong impression
But I've come so far

Can I visit your arms, can I visit your legs?
I won't need your insults or praise
Won't burden your heart, don't worry your head
Yeah, if you don't want a soul mate, I'm your soul today

Sleeping on the road that takes you home
Howling at the moon at midnight
I want the wrong that sets you right
I'll be praying at your bedside

How long I've been a soul in the gutter?

Can I visit your arms, can I visit your legs?
I won't need your insults or praise
Don't burden your heart, don't worry your head
Yeah, if you don't want a soul mate

Can I visit your arms, can I visit your legs?
I won't need your insults or praise
Won't burden your heart, don't worry your head
Yeah, if you don't want a soul mate, I'm your soul today
Your soul today