For the dusty road

Though it weighed us down

To go



Now, see, burning in the sun

Fire in our bellies



Today ate us up

And never chewed

Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you



The change that we don't see

Is happening to me

Though you are watching



It is cold, it is dark

In the big black heart

Of the wood, of the hill

At our home



We are all, all but left

In a wit un-breath

We are all of the pack

In the fire



It is green, it is damp

By the burning lamp

Of the woods, of the hills

Of our homes



Oh, how I long, for the things I have

For the burden I don't own



Do I know, how to please your head

Pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back



The day is long, and the spark won't call

No saw, in the chest



It is cold, it is dark

In the big black heart

Of the wood, of the hill

At our home



We are all, all but left

In a wit un-breath

We are all of the pack

In the fire



Oh you, the husband of the wife

I know you are watching

Oh you, the husband of the wife

I know you are watching