Other Lives Dust Bowl
Land only for this fate
The skyline is not seen for many a day
It feels as though we're never turning back here
The land returns to the dust
Is there any way to get this weight off my skin
And find another one?
Is there anyone to get this writing off the wall
And find a new one?
And find it....
And just like the wind blows into the great unknown
We're on our way, we're on our way
Moving west may bring us better days
We're on our way, we're on our way
Is there any way to get this weight off my skin
And find another one?
Is there anyone to get this writing off the wall
And find a new one?
And find it....