Dust & Clay

I was the first born on this western coast
Man, I was fed this destiny
With its painted deserts and forgotten ghosts
My roots begin and end with me
They end with me
I lost my coat and my hide then
In the mountain's hollow rush
Still can't believe how fast it turned
From a comfort to a crutch
I sat a while, I heard the mountains ring
They revealed it all and not a goddamn thing
I'm having trouble telling between
My life and my dreams these days
Or are they just
The same old dust and clay
The sentence handed me was ruthless
But baby I became immune
When I learned to turn my exile
Into holy solitude
I sat a while, I heard the mountains ring
They revealed it all and not a goddamn thing
I'm having trouble telling between
My life and my dreams these days
Or are they just
The same old dust and clay
Or are they just
The same old Dust and clay
Or are they just
The same old Dust and clay



Credits
Writer(s): Edward Lynch Berman
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