Dust

E G A E Every part in thoughts in this world make no sense E G A E Everything we see as future is a disadvance E G A E A way forward is always a way to the pain E G A E Everything we do is a step back D C E The roads I try to lead D C E Are some, they are old D C E They are pushed away far in the dust D C E They are part of my past D C E(PICKING) ...foothprints in the dust... E G A E All the things my eyes has to carry E G A E All the last that are getting bigger E G A E And we’re not ever closer to a better life E G A E All the lights are getting brighter E G A E All the sounds are to loud E G A E It’s no wonder that I’m begging E G A E I’m begging to get out. D C E The roads I try to lead D C E Are some, they are old D C E They are pushed away far in the dust D C E They are part of my past D C E(PICKING) ...foothprints in the dust...