The black soil plains

The line scorched and grey

The stock is lean and rough

It's another long and breathless day

And the rain wont come

And you just keep



Holding on to hope

Your spirit's bent and broke

And all that's left is pride

To work this restless land 

Takes the kind of man

Who'll give it one more try

Backing your faith and trust

In a handful of dust



A drum beats slow and eerie ‘cross the plain

The heat haze dancing in the sun

When giving in goes against the grain

So you don't give in

And you just keep



Holding on to hope

Your spirit's bent and broke

And all that's left is pride

To work this restless land 

Takes the kind of man

Who'll give it one more try

Backing your faith and trust

In a handful of dust



You've done all you can do

So how'll you see it through



You're holding on to hope

And your spirit's broke

And all that's left is pride

To work this restless land 

Takes the kind of man

Who'll give it one more try



You're holding on to hope

Your spirit's bent and broke

And all that's left is pride

To work this restless land 

Takes the kind of man

Who'll give it one more try

You're packing your faith and trust

In a handful of dust

Just a handful of dust

Just a handful of dust

Handful of dust

Just a handful of dust