The Ruscom

The wheels of change are spinning
This watered down beer I'm sipping on
Turns to winter in a Cuban prison
The sand my feet are walking on
Turn to shards of glass in a minute
Feels just like I'm heading home

I can feel the change in the wind
Wind blowing down the Ruscom
Maybe I can hold it all in
The dust in my lungs and jump in

There's a portrait painted by an artist
Portraying where his heart is
In a hot town south from Texas
He wrote it all down so he won't forget it

And there it goes, the wind
The wind blowing down the Ruscom
Maybe I can hold it all in
The dust in my lungs and jump in

There's a harbour out in the distance
I'm proud to say I'm a crewman
On a ship that can sink and rise again
Wind in my face feels like im flying

And there it goes, the wind
The wind blowing down the Ruscom
Maybe I can hold it all in
The dust in my lungs and jump in

So lay me down in the same dirt
Where I was dehydrated and real hurt
And put the wind all in my sails
You bring the lumber I'll bring the nails

And together we can change the wind
Wind blowing down the Ruscom
Maybe I can hold it all in
The dust in my lungs and jump in