Texty: Josh Kelley. For the Ride Home. Amen.

The open road for travelers' souls
They once were lost, but now they're gone
A long, long time ago
A neighbor's love, so fit the mold
They once were young, but now they're old
It's not yet time to go

And it's the way that we will forget ourselves
And it's the way that we will for no one else
And it's the way that we will put pressure on our bones
That we never leave alone
Amen, amen

Maybe it's time to grab the past
And make it last all through the year
To keep our lives afloat
The system's changed from far to planes
I once was wild, but now I'm tame
Hate to fly alone

And it's the way that we will forget ourselves
And it's the way that we will for no one else
And it's the way that we will put pressure on our bones
That we never leave alone
Amen, amen

And lately it's a song
So maybe I am wrong for now

And it's the way that we will forget ourselves
It's the way that we will for no one else
It's the way that we will put pressure on our bones
That we never leave alone
Amen, amen, amen, amen, amen