Gold dream soliloquy
Built deep inside what’s seen
I tried to be faithful
Not in a classic sense
But, faith without evidence is
Overused

Trucks are driving down my window open
You know how it feels
cynical, it’s
The syndicate of all that’s real

Said your body won’t give you up
Sensing limitations in our trust
Said your body won’t give you up
Sensing limitations in our trust
(Trust, oh)
(Sensin’, oh, trust)

Trust, oh trust it, oh trust it

Limitation won’t give you up
(Oh, trust, oh)

There’s a blank white page and all we got are questions
An inborn range passed down from our ancestors
We strive on hard to be the better man
Before times gone so we can understand

There’s a blank white page and all we got are questions
An inborn range passed down from our ancestors
We strive on hard to be the better man
Before times gone so we can understand

Said your body won’t give you up
Sensing limitations in our trust
Said your body won’t give you up
Sensing limitations in our trust
(trust, sensin’, oh)