Ryan Adams

Go on to the street to the cars in the pouring rain 
Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames 
And when the son meets the father 
It"ll be something smarter for the pain 
But you will always be the same 
You will always be the same 

Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile 
Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time 
And when the son meets the dad 
It"ll be pretty bad for the pain 
But you"ll always be the same 
You will always be the same 
You will always be the same 

Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat 
Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made up 
And when the father meets the son, 
And the blood makes us better than the gain 
You will always be the same