Words for folk songs. It's not really done. A few years down, a few to go It makes no difference anymore We tore down the wall, our crown of thorns Let ring the heart in all the words we slurred So pray you won't forget 'Cause there's an awful lot of miles ahead And make the gears all shift I've still tomorrow left to live It's all I need out on the road And all I am back here at home Transistor radio, my fretted soul The night's drive and a place to go I've got faith in what we've done With odds a hundred ten to one So dare them to resist You've still tomorrow left to live Now where will you go if you're dropping your anchor? You can't stay in chains through the rouge waves and distant shores Every restless voice tells a different roving story And brother I'll drink to yours if you'll fill the glass for me So take the first train out of town Be everywhere, be homeward bound Just know that home is not a place That you can find without a desperate chase A labor of love That second guessing never really was Spare no sweat for this We've still tomorrow left to live