[Intro]
       


[Verse 1]
             
I've   crossed

           
 a hundred    

rivers today
             
And did not fe

   
el a thing
             
So   soft and 

          
weak, and fool

ishly I'd thin

k
             
That I have wi

            
sdom worth ano

       
ther's time

             
I   stand wide

       
 open, filled 

with disdain
             
As though I'm 

            
owed, but long

          
 ago, for some

one else's sin
             
But equally di

              
sgusting is th

  
e warrior, sel

f-aware
             
Gazing through

            
 the muddy wat

      
er as though i

t were clear


[Chorus]
             
No   world-wor

             
n weary roads,

              
 no wounds of 


war
             
We lay on dirt

             
y mattresses o

      
n the floor
              
All we want is

 
   more


[Interlude]
        


[Verse 2]
             
Like   blood, 

              
we flow throug

  
h clogging up 

the veins
             
Of filthy high

            
ways bleeding 

     
into cities wi

th no names
             
Is it any wond

      
er we cannot m

eet the eyes
             
Of those who'v

            
e built a home

              
 we helped to 


ruin and deny


[Chorus]
             
No   world-wor

             
n weary roads,

              
 no wounds of 


war
             
We lay on dirt

             
y mattresses o

      
n the floor
              
All we want is

 
   more


[Solo]
        
        
    
    



[Verse 3]
             
When I come ac

              
ross those wit

  
h both feet on

 the ground,
             
Two strong han

            
ds, who tell o

              
f some bright 


future to be f

ound
             
I start drinki

              
ng myself stup

    
id, diggin way

 too deep
             
End up begging

            
 to be held ju

      
st so I can fa

ll asleep


[Chorus]
             
No   world-wor

             
n weary roads,

              
 no wounds of 


war
             
We lay on dirt

             
y mattresses o

      
n the floor
              
All we want is

 
   more


[Outro]
             
No   cloaks, n

             
o masks, no ne

           
cklaces of bon

es
             
You'll find no

             
 magic here. I

              
t's best to be

            
 on your way  

 home
          
So get on home