Treasure - Erasure

Im coming in, got the wood stove on At the end of a treasured day

Take off my hat and shoes

And I lay me down

Lives been lost and fortunes won

A test of the will to survive

See where the shadow falls

And you stake your claim

I dream of trees and roads

I roam across the hills

The sky is big, the deepest blue,

The clouds like smoky trains

News coming in, goes nation wide

Not a grain of truth to be heard

Lie to an ancient tribe, in their mother tongue

Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives

Like a ball and chain to the skull

Rise see the eagle fly

Spirit cant be broken

I dream of trees and roads

I roam across the hills

The sky is big, the deepest blue,

The clouds like smoky trains

Bridge

I dream of trees and roads

I roam across the hills

The sky is big, the deepest blue,

The clouds like smoky trains