I've got a craving - I need my fix.
But I'm terrible at knowing which way I'm going.
Nothing to cherish - nothing but this.
Nothing but the hope of that when we find it
we will never ever take it for granted.
One day these boots won't stay at home.
One day these strings won't be alone.
With a new year comes an insurance of hope,
I know I'm just pining for the road.
These are the confessions of a man
Who wants to see the world from behind a microphone.
I'm ready to travel the sea and land.
There's a new beginning behind every horizon
For standing on the shoulders of giants.
From friendship to hardship, it's never a lonely road.
And I'm sick of having the familiar taste of home.
I don't even care which way I have to go.
Just give me the damn keys and I'll make it on my own.