Our flag stands at half-mast
And all we have to show
Are scars and faded pasts
And no one ever knows

The way things used to be
Is the way that I will always see

Tired travels on a beaten path
No idea where to go
Every time we’re looking back
Finding things we’ve never known

The way things used to be
Is the way that I will always see

Every time you raise your glass
Make a toast to the truth
With every speeding second past
Keep your head held high
And be true to yourself

All the time that I’ve spent
All the trials I’ve met
All the fake healers
All the true believers
All the real life love
All the help from above
Every breath that I taste
For the life that I’ve faced

Every time you raise your glass
Make a toast to the truth
With every speeding second past
Keep your head held high
And be true to yourself