Working
On the land
I gave this country
These aging hands
Let the sun cast this shadow
On these ever changing sands
Passing through

Pour me now
One more beer
Let us toast the ghosts
Of yesteryear
Though their hands have turned to dust
Their spirits ride the wind
Passing through

I come from
A dusty road
Trading lies
For something true
It's something we all share
For I am just as you are
Passing through