Bethany Dillon

Many have travelled this road before
I see their tracks in the dirt
But maybe I don´t agree
With where they are leading
And who am I, just a youth
But why has that become the excuse
A monotone voice
In my head saying

Dreaming all the time
It´s so foolish
Your flood of empty words
Will drown you in ruin
So we listen
Should we listen

They shake their heads
As they drive away in the bandwagon
Didn´t feel like hitching a ride
Oh, but I´ll be fine

Some nights ít´s hard to be alone
I want some kind of kinship
But the finish line
It drives me on
When they say

Come with me
They´ll call us revolutionaries
Come with me
They´ll call us revolutionaries