Sanoja: One Man Army. Other. 300 Miles.

Miles from home, a dusty road
We left our guns behind
Runnin? for the border
I can still hear my baby cry
Been stuck for weeks, the desert heat
With blistered memories
Well the lonely winds are blowin?
And tonight we?re rollin? home
We?re rollin? home

We?re rollin? home
Tonight we?re rollin? home