The wind is blowin hard outside

There's somethin at the door

Black cats swingin from balconies

Someone's dyin on the floor

An' we're searching for our fathers in the dust

Get a hold get a hold get a hold on

Flyin over mountains

Wave bye bye to the hurricane eye

The black ocean surround the fire

Once I loved a woman

So the story goes

'Don't follow leaders' he said

And still the wind it blows

Wishin for the grassland

And sittin on a hill

A piece of peace

I wish to see

Look out the window sill

An' we're searching for our fathers in the dust

Get a hold get a hold get a hold on

Flyin over mountains

Wave bye bye to the hurricane eye

The black ocean surround the fire

Silver starry burnout

With the fire in the plains

And th' often blueish melody

Of angel still remains

Smilin past the dreamful

Of worlds and fourteen scene

To dream it up

To blow it down

Find beauty at the stream

Let her in……

Let her in……

Smallest in these little rhymes

Let her in……

Let her in……

…..let her sin

An' we're searching for our fathers in the dust

Get a hold get a hold get a hold on

Flyin over mountains

Wave bye bye to the hurricane eye

The black ocean surround the fire

The sins of our fathers

Make room for our own past

I can't provide

I can't reside

In footsteps made of sand

Can they let me past their shadows

Cowboys on the range

All the roads looked the same before

Am I still in the cage?

An' we're searching for our fathers in the dust

Get a hold get a hold get a hold on

Flyin over mountains

Wave bye bye to the hurricane eye

The black ocean surround the fire