Steve Smith, Coal Miner Jr.

Sort of like marching
The way our feet strike the rhythm to our day
I'm keeping time now
But i was once having trouble keeping beat
Sort of like dying
The way we have to say goodbye to memories
I got a smile now, though
I couldn't be any happier to see that old dog go

And above, beyond those towers of steel
You can find the limit to where these roads may lead us
That glaring sun blinds what we might find
But we have got gold glimmering inside

That glaring sun blinds these eyes, covering what we might find
But we have got gold glimmering inside

Potholes along my way, i'm getting tripped up
Barriers are in my way, i'm dodging demons
So far these scars have reflected
The toughest that i have touched
But in the distance you can see
Great expanses, miles of sea
Horizons and a gold sunset
No we're not close to done yet.