This isn't the end
We're just getting started
The road stretches on and on and on
We're moving again

Sun on our skin
And cracks in the pavement
We'll aim for our place we've never been
It's all what we make it, whoa

All I am is just a traveler with dirt on my hands
All I have is dust in my pockets and you in the end
In the end

Summer to fall
We're wrapped up in blankets
We're wrapped up in everything we fear
It's all what we make it, whoa

CHORUS

Sometimes it feels like we're never gonna make it out alive
When nightmares close us in
Heartbeat take me away from all the trouble that I see
Oh it's all what we make it
It's all what we make it, oh
CHORUS [x2]

Dust in my pockets and you in the end
In the end