Lost in the woods of a dream Call it an American one But we couldn't be further from home. So we rode, in the search of a place To rest our bloodshot eyes But everything has a price to pay, Everything has a price to pay. In the face of a stranger There was some sympathy to be found So we'll draw the innocence Don't make me regret this Mark the line, Right now. Mark the fucking lines, We have been double crossed Let the pain begin Mark the lines What's done is done Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret. This was never the way, still no answer Will you stand by me when I collapse?