| Dust in the Wind |
|---|
| The head rush here’s |
| Total |
| Smoke and mirror |
| Provocation |
| While the old ropes crack |
| Respect’s long hung |
| Cursed with the flickers |
| Of forked tongues |
| Can’t say you didn’t know well |
| What could come |
| Ain’t no just can’t tell |
| Sold baited rags |
| Cold cut to choke on |
| The filth and the fury’s |
| Within us all |
| While sad grey flags |
| Fly for no one I know of |
| We dance on the water |
| Like skippin' stones |
| Sometimes you never can tell |
| What could come |
| Sometimes it’s just as well |
| 'cause if it’s all written |
| Don’t mean I’m done dreamin' |
| For more than grey shades and bitter pills |
| Of rage in our hearts |
| Dust in the wind |
