Yeah, I remember the dark clouds, raining dust for days on end,
Blew all the earth out to California, and just left us here with the wind,
In desperate times you know everybody's part, but it's your own lines you're like to forget,
'Til what you were meets what you've now become, grins and says, "Hey, haven't we met'"

Lost my firstborn that winter, and my wife on the first day of spring,
So I poured my sweat into the earth, yeah, see what that harvest would bring,
And I remember howling fury, just like a plague of locusts,
Egypt's punishment for sins of pride, is that now what has come over us'

How much of this was meant to be' How much the work of the devil'
How far can one man's eyes really see in these days of toil and trouble'

Honey, we're all resplendent,
Yeah, honey, we are all thrift store,
I'm like a wino with a twenty dollar bill,
Yeah, forever and eternally yours,
And I can make you promises if you don't expect too much,
Yes, and I will run the distance if you'll please, please excuse my crutch.

How much of this was meant to be' How much the work of the devil'
How far can one man's eyes really see in these days of toil and trouble'
How much of this is failing flesh' How much the course of retribution'
My-my, how loudly we plead our innocence, long after we've made our contribution.