Lyrics

Quicksand

It hasn't been an easy life,
I've been through the mill,
ground to a fine grey powder
blown from a sill.

But my spirit keeps on growin'
though my flesh is dust;
the gold keeps right on glowin'
while the iron turns to rust.

If there's a lesson to learn
in the things that I've done,
some kind of distillation,
this would be the one...

IF YOU DON'T INTEGRATE
WHAT YOU SAY WITH WHAT YOU DO
THE QUICKSAND YOU CREATE
IS GONNA SWALLOW YOU.
QUICK.... SAND...
IS GONNA SWALLOW YOU.

(Quicksand... don't be makin' no Quicksand... no, no, no)

But the truth has many faces
we've not seen them all;
we've gotta make our choices
and maybe take a fall.
What may be right for you
might not be right for me
but somewhere down the line
I think we will both agree...

(Chorus)


Copyright by Stanfield Major,
Jason Hotchk155, and Ole Kirkeby