Who broke the ploughman's bread
Between a woman and a boy
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
Now the skirts hang so heavy around your head
The fifty years of sweat and tears
I watch the way the crow flies
Playing poker with my soul
Struggle of ambition turned in violence upon you
Where I can wipe away the madness from your face
And blew the mist in silver swirls
We are only singers until better songs are sung
Stronger than you and so much deeper than me
She gave so much that only love remains
Who holds the money, who holds the need
If there's a reason what will it be?
I believe in strangers wherever they may be
He drives me home when he’s in no state to walk
