We ride throughnThese plains of hurtnThrough the southern greennAnd rocknOn a railroad of knotsnAnd there's blood on the linesnOf every page I turnnWhen the ones you lovenAre the ones you burnnBeing herennSomewhere singing songsnAbout a girl I hurtnI've been everywhere enoughnI've been torn apart by the worldnBut there's apples in the treesnAnd diamonds in the earthnI've been losing my mindnSomehow it can't get worsenBeing herennAnd the wind is blowing coldnAnd I can't escape the tearsnOne for every broken bonenAnd a hundred for all the yearsnBeing here