I've been over these highways for years in the dark
Crisscrossing the land like a stitch on the wound
Rolling through the night while millions were sleeping
Under every phase of the moon
Under every phase of the moon
And the wind blows down hard in the night
With the ghosts of the brave and the damned
Howling their song, locked in their fight
Over every inch of this land
Over every inch of this land
And they say what is lost will be what is won
What is done will be done and undone again
They say don't think for a second that you won't become
One more voice on the wind
One more voice on the wind
Crisscrossing the land like a stitch on the wound
Rolling through the night while millions were sleeping
Under every phase of the moon
Under every phase of the moon
And the wind blows down hard in the night
With the ghosts of the brave and the damned
Howling their song, locked in their fight
Over every inch of this land
Over every inch of this land
And they say what is lost will be what is won
What is done will be done and undone again
They say don't think for a second that you won't become
One more voice on the wind
One more voice on the wind