Dry Blood

When the western winds blow I'm gonna pack my bags and go Save what's left of my soul Freedom on the open road I'm out of the storm, on an open road With a head full of thunder & a heart full of ghosts Not the same I was before Storm's lasted too long Tired of those old games Gonna try and find another way  When the western winds blow I'm gonna pack my bags and go Save what's left of my soul Find freedom on that open road Gonna leave it all behind Gonna ride hard till dark The straight path was lost  Among countless storms Gave the Devil his cut Gave those Angels their share And I'm taking a different road Cause I'll never be the same  Got a roadmap in my hand I'm gonna follow that Blackstar Gonna live like I'm alive Gonna make it right this time A toast for lost loves A toast for old friends  No longer confused I'm no stranger to the Blues Gave the Devil his cut Gave those Angels their share Burned for my Art Shattered my soul a million times  The gates here are all closed The bridges are all burned Gonna take a different road  One straight to the Gods With glitters of ashes In the skin of darkness  With nights that flame with fire