Letras:
Houston Davis Jones

The dust collecting shelves are nearly bare The laundry piles high both here and there and The mantle-piece holds time so long now passed From days when

We always think: ?We?re more mature than that.? ?This time won?t be like the others.? Then when it?s time for us to get back We always seem to have a

The dawning of the morning brings the new rays of the sun We?re all rising and prophecizing about the new day that has yet to come But don?t you see you

A hard wind blows from the east now-a-days But the weather man says it?s not gonna rain at all But everybody knows when the white clouds turn to grey

I can?t see no shelter I can?t see no place to hide from the storm Shoreline slowly rising Dry land getting hard to find There were these clues Warnings

The rain It falls on the roofs of the houses where we sleep And though we?re miles from each other We still count the same white sheep I see you in my

I ain?t got nobody here to save me But don?t think that I?m complaining I?m just saying that nobodies got anyone here at all Who can save them from their

What are your friends other than Just some people you?ve known? There?s all this weight on history But what the hell has it shown? What are these words

Fly Fly to me On the wings of your mind The wings of your mind Open up your mind and spread your wings Free From your ties The ties that bind you to