Let the Dirt Fall from Your Palm

There’s a point in age where I’ll find out

That all my worry pans out

To anticipation of my past failures

Come to haunt me in my future


Though my dreams

They scream aloud

They still feel like illusion


As to what my life is worth

In relation to this solid earth


Let the dirt fall from your palm

Let the dirt fall

Listen to the Song

Whiston & Warmack