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 [bad word] 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?