Mark My Words

I've rolled my window down, Streets breeze right through my hair, I eye the town ahead, will things be different there? With thoughts like these my senses dim, I hope you can catch my drift, Mark My Words Your fists can't keep me from the door Mark My Words I feel these streets more than I feel God Mark My Words who do you think broke in these boots? Mark My Words... And on that faithful day, you told me I "forgot my roots", but with tempests endured, Hell - I've got nothing to prove to you.