Oh, we'll never be short on people
And we'll never be short on trouble
It's a well-worn path, so how on earth can we feel alone

Why carry on our own what's coming to all men
Why drag your bag of bones to hell and back again
Why carry on our own what's coming to all men
Look around, lay it down

Oh, we'll never be short on good news
And somebody to tell our story to
And we'll never be short on redemption
And light for the dark

Why carry on our own what's coming to all men
Why drag your bag of bones to hell and back again
Why carry on our own what's coming to all men
Look around, lay it down

Why carry on our own what's coming to all men
Look around

Why carry on our own what's coming to all men
Why drag your bag of bones to hell and back again
Why carry on our own what's coming to all men
Look around, lay it down
Look around, lay it down