Pay My Way

Well, I didn't mean to let my family down

And I'm not giving you the run around

I'd much rather be dead than have to beg my daily bread

And to pay my way no matter where I'm bound

The sun sets low over this tired town

Where hopes are lost, and dreams are often drowned

But there's a fire in my soul, and it won't let me fold

For this broken heart to someday be unbound

I'll pay my way, come what may

Through fields of sorrow and skies of gray