Rising Sand
Hear your footfalls coming round
But it doesn't do a whole lot to bring me down
Golden sunrise above the trees
Is not as sweet as when you're with me
Rise and kick up the remedy
But it doesn't have a whole lot to do with me
A to PA to R to T is not what I want for you and me

When I'm tired and I feel the darkness washing over me
Stepchild would you give me something
Hindsight is fright enough to make you understand
The rising sand

We're the field rats and run from hawks
And we're gonna check our foodstock and change our locks
If we stay here in little towns
Life is just gonna bring us down
Building up decent memories
And we'll trust in 1's and 0's to make the sea
Wind'll kick up the salty spray
While I'll be waiting on vacation days
It ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son.