Lyrics

Steady on the grind Guess it doesn't stop after all Wear a man down in a thousand different ways So it goes until the end of days When the whistle blows And the workers head home There's one who will keep going Got a never-ending trail ahead None offer a ride Puts his head down and moves on A journey for all time Some see him as a ghostly figured bound in chains Make no mistake in this dimension he remains Yeah he used to drink in times of celebration It's now the medicine with which he treats his desperation At least we've got someone out there Who knows the weight, the burden At the bottom of an all-time low