[male
vocals] (
Acoustic
guitar
strumming,
rhythmic
hand
claps)
Yeah,
yeah
Listen
to
the
wind
blowing
through
the
old
town
We
reflect
on
the
days
gone
by
Let’
s
speak
the
truth
in
the
light
You
had
the
chair
and
you
had
the
pen
You
had
five
winters,
you
had
five
rains
We
gave
you
our
trust
on
a
dusty
road
But
the
well
ran
dry
and
the
bus
never
showed
We
kept
the
faith
in
the
heat
of
the
day
Watching
the
shadows
as
you
slipped
away
You
promised
us
gold
in
the
morning
light
But
left
us
reaching
in
the
dead
of
the
night
Oh,
you
failed
when
you
were
in
power
Talked
like
thunder,
worked
like
a
shower
Empty
pockets,
broken
stone
Left
the
village
to
stand
all
alone
Oh,
you
failed
when
you
were
in
power
Lost
the
vision
in
your
final
hour
Empty
pockets,
broken
stone
Left
the
people
to
reap
what
you’
d
sown
You
sat
in
the
office
behind
the
thick
glass
While
we
watched
the
seasons
quietly
pass
The
infrastructure
crumbled
under
the
weight
Of
promises
made
at
the
garden
gate
It
wasn't
the
burden,
it
wasn't
the
cost
It
was
the
connection
that
you
completely
lost
You
looked
at
the
maps
but
you
never
saw
us
Caught
in
the
cycle,
left
in
the
fuss
Oh,
you
failed
when
you
were
in
power
Talked
like
thunder,
worked
like
a
shower
Empty
pockets,
broken
stone
Left
the
village
to
stand
all
alone
Oh,
you
failed
when
you
were
in
power
Lost
the
vision
in
your
final
hour
Empty
pockets,
broken
stone
Left
the
people
to
reap
what
you’
d
sown
Can
you
hear
the
hum
of
the
tired
crowd?
The
silence
of
history
speaking
so
loud
It’
s
not
about
vengeance,
it’
s
not
about
blame
It’
s
about
looking
at
the
state
of
the
frame
We
are
the
builders,
we
are
the
soul
Waiting
for
leaders
to
make
us
whole
Oh,
you
failed
when
you
were
in
power
Talked
like
thunder,
worked
like
a
shower
Empty
pockets,
broken
stone
Left
the
village
to
stand
all
alone
Oh,
you
failed
when
you
were
in
power
Lost
the
vision
in
your
final
hour
Empty
pockets,
broken
stone
Left
the
people
to
reap
what
you’
d
sown
Yeah,
you
had
the
chair,
you
had
the
pen
But
the
story
ends
where
it
should
have
begun
Dusty
roads,
quiet
lives
Learning
to
thrive,
learning
to
survive (
Guitar
fades
out
with
rhythmic
claps)
We
move
on.