Из альбома: 9th Ward Pickin' Parlor
It's a feelin' you ain't had since your school days
One that blows off dusty memories
And the one voice of the faded and forgotten
Is screamin' like an eagle through the trees
It sings to you a song that you remember
It whispers like the softly fallen snow
On a Pennsylvania farm in late December
Is there somewhere like that left where we could go?
We could go and start again
We could go and start again
Shine some light on the shadows of our sins
We could go and start again
When the devil tries to drag you through the darkness
And the self-hate rakes you through the burning coals
Take my hand and we will stand together
We'll ride another cycle of our souls.
Of our souls, on our way
Of our souls, on our way
Trade tomorrow for another yesterday
Of our souls, on our way
The day that peace will come won't be mistaken
It'll sing a song that everyone will know
And the holy train that leaves this worldly station
Will take us anywhere we wanna go
We could go and start again
We could go and start again
Shine some light on the shadows of our sins
We could go and start again