Lyrics Tortured Soul - Doyle Bramhall

Walking down this lonely street
All I have′s this tortured soul
Standing 'round like my pants are full of gold
But what I got are pockets with a hole
Just like moss trying to grab a rolling stone
It ain′t going to stay
'Cause it's rolling around and gone
Well I′m tired of a feeling this way
And held on long enough to my ways
Tired of those days

For a chance at a something new
And living down the lies that I knew
Maybe I′ll find that I didn't waste all ny time
What made me stronger was my tortured soul

When I stop to shoot the breeze
And talk about being robbed to our knees
I′m so ready to to start feeling better days
Trying to survive this tortured soul
Like a river rolling down a waterfall
Lots of pressure before it hits the wall
I've been there and to no disbelief
Got to trust in something you can see
Something to believe

Leaving behind this life that I knew
Standing here at this line that I drew
Maybe I′ll find I didn't waste all the time
What made me stronger was my tortured soul
What made me stronger was my tortured soul
What made me stronger was my tortured soul
What made me stronger was my tortured soul

Can′t hold on much longer
Oh I'm tired Im tired
Of living this way
Living that way