Clay Crosse Time To Believe
Scott Cross Ice is forming on the river The barges are held in tow Cold grey dawn, chilling to the bone Must be ten below Somehow you feel lost and alone out there Feeling like you ought to leave Such hard living in the cold cold world People its time to believe Sounds tear through the morning You pull yourself from your bed Try so hard to quiet your mind Dodging thoughts of that lies dead ahead A chance to be dashed on the rocks Fooled by friendly lights Shining solely to decieve Such hard living in this cold cold world People its time to believe I say people its time to believe Remember when storm clouds come Soon the sky's gonna clear Just put your faith in Him Let Him wipe away your tears
