Song For the Sold

Remember all the drives

Through the cloudy mountain sides

When the river starved to death

Whatever feelings you had in you left

And when the enemy unwinds

And all the cells again divide

What is this feeling in the rain?

What if I never feel this air again?

One for the bold you get

Two for the man

This is a song for the sold

Stick a finger to the cold

Song for the sold

Stick a finger to the cold

A hundred eyes to hold

The very many smiles of old

When your mother died you fell

Off of the silhouetted carousel

Now the evergreen is bright

And brings a silver to the night

What is this feeling in the rain?

What if I never feel the air again?

Song for the sold

Stick a finger to the cold