Text: Conor Oberst. Other. There's Nothing That The Road Cannot Heal.

I used up pure compassion
so I've come to make a trade
you can hate me but just love me in return
If I know where to find you
I'll stay out of your way
I won't come beg to borrow all the happiness you've earned

I'll just slide back down to the bottom
while you make your place in the hills
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
there's nothing that the road cannot heal
washed beneath the blacktop,
gone beneath my wheels
there's nothing that the road cannot heal
whoo!

They say the sun won't burn forever
That's a science to exact
I can prove it watch we're crossing the state line
See those headlights coming towards us?
that's someone going back
to a town they said they'd never, yeah,
they swore it all their lives

you can't break out of a circle
that you never knew you were in
and there's nothing that the road cannot heal
nothing that the road cannot heal
washed under the blacktop,
gone beneath my wheels
there's nothing that the road cannot heal

someone spend their precious time
trying to decorate their lives
taking measurements for some new look they want
so from 1-10, 10's exactly what I am
0 being everything I'm not

tell me what you like
is it less than 5?
is it less than 5?

There's nothing that the road cannot heal
there's nothing that the road cannot heal
when I make it to nowhere,
i'll get my canteen fiddle
there's nothing that the road cannot heal
washed beneath the blacktop,
gone beneath my wheels,
there's nothing that the road cannot heal