The dust has stained every idea We wished for rain each coming year
Yeah I’d must cut through each morning The glare and grit of each day
There were those who came before They packed their hopes but nothing more
Yeah I’d must cut through each morning The glare and grit of each day The glare and grit of each day The dust has stained every idea We wished for rain each coming year Yeah I’d must cut through each morning The glare and grit of each day
