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Cold, long and weary; the winter's gone dead.
Busted up ol' overcoat, coverin' my head.
One more season of tryin' to lay it down.
"Damn ol' life," I mumble, to no one around.

Through a million miles of walkin',
with a million things to say,
I can't cut closer to the bone;
hard times’ve never gone away.

Big wind ‘a blowin', and comin' on strong.
Throwing down a good man, and everything’s gone wrong.
I've let a troubled life poison me,
buried most the good parts and let the bad run free.

Through a million miles of walkin’, etc...

Heartache and sadness, they look to be my friends.
How I’d like to kill them both & start all over again.
They count on defining their lives by my past,
Come now, Great Redeemer; heal me up at last.

Through a million miles of walkin’, etc...

bible verse

Roman 3:11-13

11 There is none that understandeth, there is none that seeketh after God.
12 They are all gone out of the way, they are together become unprofitable; there is none that doeth good, no, not one. 13 Their throat is an open sepulchre; with their tongues they have used deceit; the poison of asps is under their lips:

Phillipians 3:13-14

13 Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, 14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.