Heartworn Traders

Heartworn traders, hungry players, strung out on the wire.
 There was nothing I could promise except these spinning tyres. Cos there's a highway through my chest, 
And it keeps rolling on,
and It will carry, pull us through ,and keep you on a song You've seen me crying, you seen me laughing, seen me out of control We're One of a thousand stories lost out on this road ooooo ooo Cutting trails, lifting sails, across the great divide.
 Counting change, switching lanes, you always by my side sounds of sirens, never silenced, this town doesn't know that we're here Ring the doorbell, late night hotel, keep the cash box near