Zu “Street Life” von The Crusaders
Verse 1
Trail life — there’s no easy way out,
You climb all day with pain and doubt.
Your feet are torn, your pack’s too tight,
But the stars come out and it feels all right.
Trail life — it’s the only life I know,
The dirt, the sweat, the blisters show.
You chase the sun, you lose the town,
You walk the highs, you crawl the downs.
Chorus
Trail life — you learn to love the pain,
You walk through cold and wind and rain.
You can’t buy this kind of peace,
Out here the noise and thoughts all cease.
Trail life — it breaks you just enough,
You learn to bend, embrace the rough.
The suck’s your friend, your teacher too,
It strips you down — till what’s left is true.
Verse 2
Trail food — just oats and freeze-dried stew,
You dream of town and something new.
You smell like dust, your socks are done,
But your heart still beats with every run.
Trail friends — you meet and drift away,
You share the night, then part by day.
Each name fades out like smoke and song,
But the trail keeps rolling on and on.
Chorus
Trail life — you learn to love the pain,
You walk through fog and sun and rain.
No walls, no clocks, no line to toe,
Just one more ridge and one more glow.
Trail life — it cuts, it heals, it burns,
Each scar’s a sign of what you’ve learned.
The suck’s the truth, the ache’s the key,
Out here’s where you’re meant to be.
Bridge
When the road gets rough — and your mind runs dry,
And the tears come fast — but you don’t know why,
You keep on walkin’, don’t look behind,
You lose the world — and you find your mind.
Final Chorus / Outro
Trail life — you walk it mile by mile,
Through the hurt and through the smile.
No fame, no prize, no guarantee,
But damn — it feels like being free.
Trail life — you learn to love the pain,
You dance with hunger, you drink the rain.
The suck don’t break you, it sets you free,
Trail life’s the only life for me
Zu “Street Life” von The Crusaders
Verse 1
Trail life — there’s no easy way out,
You climb all day with pain and doubt.
Your feet are torn, your pack’s too tight,
But the stars come out and it feels all right.
Trail life — it’s the only life I know,
The dirt, the sweat, the blisters show.
You chase the sun, you lose the town,
You walk the highs, you crawl the downs.
Chorus
Trail life — you learn to love the pain,
You walk through cold and wind and rain.
You can’t buy this kind of peace,
Out here the noise and thoughts all cease.
Trail life — it breaks you just enough,
You learn to bend, embrace the rough.
The suck’s your friend, your teacher too,
It strips you down — till what’s left is true.
Verse 2
Trail food — just oats and freeze-dried stew,
You dream of town and something new.
You smell like dust, your socks are done,
But your heart still beats with every run.
Trail friends — you meet and drift away,
You share the night, then part by day.
Each name fades out like smoke and song,
But the trail keeps rolling on and on.
Chorus
Trail life — you learn to love the pain,
You walk through fog and sun and rain.
No walls, no clocks, no line to toe,
Just one more ridge and one more glow.
Trail life — it cuts, it heals, it burns,
Each scar’s a sign of what you’ve learned.
The suck’s the truth, the ache’s the key,
Out here’s where you’re meant to be.
Bridge
When the road gets rough — and your mind runs dry,
And the tears come fast — but you don’t know why,
You keep on walkin’, don’t look behind,
You lose the world — and you find your mind.
Final Chorus / Outro
Trail life — you walk it mile by mile,
Through the hurt and through the smile.
No fame, no prize, no guarantee,
But damn — it feels like being free.
Trail life — you learn to love the pain,
You dance with hunger, you drink the rain.
The suck don’t break you, it sets you free,
Trail life’s the only life for me
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