Here's how it goes

A blister on my thumb, I'm far away from home.
You're as deceiving as they come, as they say.
A hundred bottles done, the sun is burning brightly.
My hand is feeling numb, this feeling of sway.

I've seen it all before, this poison in my skin.
We are the enemies of war, it reaps my soul.
No matter where I stay, you'll find your way around me.
The miles and miles and miles, mean nothing at all.

They mean nothing at all.