Spadework

Give me your hope child of no regret

Lend me your eyes, show me what we get

A future's draft is on the table if you mean to last

The few remains of our dreams shine in your eyes

Run through our veins spill the tears that fill your cries

And our regrets achieved their dominance by stealth again

Heard this song, many times before

Over and over again when life was pure

And hearts where leading

The word maybe feeds our lives

Every dawn is hope

The word nothing means a lot

As a cold response

Maybe nothing could kill your ambitions

As the dream unfolds

Winds of a storm rage before my eyes

Bring me the list of your ifs and whys

The view up front is not as easy as it seemed back home

Heard this song, many times before

Over and over again when life was pure

The word maybe feeds our lives

Every dawn is hope

The word nothing means a lot

As a cold response

Maybe nothing could kill your ambitions

As the dream unfolds