Dark clouds to-day
Sleepless nights and shades
In multiplying grays
What can you do When ghosts become your own
Guests that do not leave you alone
Look around there’s no one standing there
Steady, steady, steady the wheel
I know we’re heading for the ditch
But I think we will be Ok, ok, steady me now
My wooden hands grind into dust
That settle like snow on us Younger than we’ve ever been
Fields within fields
Acres to the edge
An acre for your bed
Thinking of you
Marking up your plans
Making up what memories you have
Look around there’s no one left but us Steady, steady, steady the wheel
I know we’re heading for the ditch
But I think we will be Ok, ok, steady me now
My wooden hands grind into dust
That settle like snow on us Younger than we’ve ever been
Look around there’s no one left but us Steady, steady, steady the wheel
I know we’re heading for the ditch
But I think we will be Ok, ok, steady me now
My wooden hands grind into dust
That settle like snow on us Younger than we’ve ever been
Younger than we’ve ever been
Younger than we’ve ever been