Texty: Dad. No Fuel Left For The Pilgrims. True Believer.

Uh, yeah, yeah

I have my hair high and low, anywhere the wind blows
I'm doing M.P.H, anywhere my soul goes
I'm a hell riding and gasoline feed
That's all I need for the life that I lead

I'm a true believer, yes I am
You try and get me if I can

Yeah, I'm riding alone and I've drugged my senses
There's no one else to take the consequences
See when the day is gone free and the night creeps up on me
I take my [Incomprehensible] that's where I wanna be

I'm a true believer, yes I am
And you try to get me if you can, get me

[Incomprehensible]

True believer, yes I am
True believer, yes I am
True believer, true believer, yes I am