The Trail

THE TRAIL - Written by Carroll Bryant 

Follow the trail that was left behind 

For you to follow the trail

Speak in the language that was taught 

To your mind 

In the tongue 

Look where you're going

It could be worse 

You know that you could be blind 

Follow the trail that you will never leave behind 

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 

Succumb to our fears 

Bow to our slaves 

Try but we cannot escape 

Breathing ourselves to our graves 

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 

Succumb to our tears 

Dwell in our ways 

Try but there's nothing to say

Breathing ourselves to our graves 

Follow the trail that was left behind 

For you to follow the trail

Speak in the language that was taught 

To your mind 

In the tongue 

Look where you're going

It could be worse 

You know that you could be blind 

Follow the trail that you will never leave behind

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 

Succumb to our fears 

Bow to our slaves 

Try but we cannot escape 

Breathing ourselves to our graves 

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves 

Succumb to our tears 

Dwell in our ways 

Try but there's nothing to say

Breathing ourselves to our graves

There is no reason to follow the trail 

Heaven forbids it

And so does hell

It can't be measured with what you may think

Eyes are fooled by illusions of kings 

Follow the trail that was left behind 

For you to follow the trail

And we're breathing ourselves to our graves

Live for the moment

Die any day

Try but our souls can't be saved

Breathing ourselves to our graves 

And we're breathing our whole lives away