The Toll Lyrics

Climbing to the top of your favorite ladder
Strainin’ and sweatin’ to achieve that goal
Years later question how you missed what mattered
You ride that road—you gotta pay that toll

Man on the phone he’s askin’ about
the state of the American dream
We buy out, trade down, sell our souls,
and finally wonder what it all means, yeah,
what’s it all mean?

If you could catch that fish and reel ’er in
If you could sit on the throne
and really be king
If you had ears to hear you might consider one thing
Are you throwin’ away what’s real,
tradin’ for a brass ring

One test.
Are you a slave to your own definition of happiness?

Climbin’ to the top of your favorite ladder
Years later question how you missed what mattered
Ride that road—you gotta pay that toll

Climbin’ to the top of your favorite ladder
Years later question how you missed what mattered
Ya ride that road—you gotta pay that toll