Hold the Line The White Buffalo

I left home the beloved second son
Filled with promise and a teardrop in my eye
An escape my new life had just begun
With a whisper I did run into the night
Into the night

Go where there's no dust
I chase my shadow from the sun
Fix my eyes on the ocean
Keep it in my sight
There I sail into a sinking sea of sin
No getting out once you've been in
It's not to try, it's not to try

Hold the wind, hold the line
Hold the wind, hold the line

Longer at sea I begin to lose my mind
No sense of wrong or right, just survive
Sky it guides me where my anger always goes
Into a bottle and overflows out my mind
Oh, out my mind

Hold the wind, hold the line
Hold the wind, hold the line