Spit it out, give it up
Tell me another depressing story
Here it comes, there it is
Gimme a reason to stay or I'll start packing my mind

And in the spirit of the Indians, jaded and faded,
I'll settle my score and I'll haunt all your dreams with my

Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Hey, na na, Heya
Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya (2x)

Take the time to drink from my well
'Cause I'm so exhausted, I can't even drink for myself
And I built a palace of purpose complete with a shrine
Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled has so many lines?

Turn around, let me see
How many promises I've forsaken
Never mind, let it be,
Isn't it funny how each new road leads straight to home

And in the spirit of my ancestors Gaelic and and Godly, I'll spit on my fear and I'll summon my tribe with my

Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Heya, na na, Heya
Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya (2x)

Take the time to answer the call
Or something far colder than winter may follow the fall
And a yellow brick road to salvation awaits the divine
Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled is where I find mine?

And with the ebbing and the flowing of the tide I'm washed ashore
And each sermon succeeding is stranger than
Before you take me, teach me to run from myself
Before you take me, let me take somebody else

Take the time to fall on your knees
'Cause my soul is a cell and I can't come and go as I please
And I paid my debt with my blood and my sweat and my time
Oh, but how come the road's that's less travelled is paved with my crime?

Heya, na na, Heya, na na, Heya (4x)