Sinking in the Shifting Sand

(hummmm) The wind is biting at the

floorboards

Left my shadow on the highway

Dust settled in my throat

Only the cold to keep me company

Shivering inside this heavy coat

The wind is howling out my name

Oh,

blow me down to the riverbed

Wash the clay right off my hands

Tell the storm I ain't quite dead

Just sinking in the shifting sands (ahhhh)

(yeah) Stove is cold and the firewood's damp

Countin' seconds by the spark

No use lighting up the kerosene lamp

When you're comfortable in the dark

Just the wind now...

Just the wind