Audioslave

Pearls And swine bereft of me long and weary my road has been I was lost in the cities alone in the hills no sorrow or pity for leaving I feel I am not your rolling wheels I am the highway I am not your …

On a cobweb afternoon In a room full of emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone and if we're good, we'll lay to rest anywhere we want to go …