Steve Smith, Coal Miner Jr. - The Sidekicks

Sort of like marching

The way our feet strike the rhythm to our day

I’m keeping time now

But I was once having trouble keeping pace

Sort of like dying

The way we have to sing about our memories

I’ve wear a smile now though

I couldn’t be any happier to see that old dog go

And above, beyond those towers of steel

You can find the limit to where these roads may lead you

That glaring sun blinds what we might find

But we have got gold glimmering inside

Potholes along my way, I’m getting tripped up

Barriers are in my way, I’m dodging demons

So far these scars have reflected

The toughness that I have touched

But in the distance you can see

Great expanses, miles of sea

Horizons and a gold sunset

No we’re not close to done yet