Lyrics

Sarah left her family home. She didn’t say goodbye.
She figured words don’t mean anything when your life becomes a lie.
So she slipped out before her old man awoke and breathed the autumn air,
hopped a bus for New York to someone she knew there.
Now she spends her life searching for a living, unbowed, unbroken, unforgiven.

Jackie took off in three years and left her just a note.
She laughs and says “jackass” when she reads what Jackie wrote.
“Sarah you’re my sweetheart. You know that I’d be true.
But I can’t live the life I want bussing tables for rent and you.”
Love’s another word for a prison, unbowed, unbroken, unforgiven.

Running, running from the past, waiting for life to begin,
searching for a love that’ll last, a needful soul, the original sin.

It’s no picnic working two jobs, raising Mike all alone,
sleeping some nights in the car, staying in a stranger’s home.
Headed down the interstate, trying to keep between the lines,
days and weeks roll on by like broken highway signs.
Keep on driving ‘til the last road’s been driven, unbowed, unbroken, unforgiven.
Keep on driving ‘til the last road’s been driven, unbowed, unbroken, unforgiven.