Gold Dust Streets

(hm-mmm, yeah)

My boots are worn,

the road was deep and cold

I took a hit but didn't lay down flat

I'm gonna line these gravel paths with gold And prove that I

am stronger than all that

They thought the dust would sweep me clean away

And leave my dreams behind a broken door

But I am standing taller here today

No longer crawling on a splintered floor

Oh, the wind can blow and rattle at the glass But the

foundation holds, it's built to last

I'm standing ground and picking up the pieces (picking 'em up) I'll

pave my own way down this winding road

My spirit climbs as every shadow ceases

I'm lining all these dusty streets with gold

So let the rain come pouring from the sky

I know the sun is waiting on the bend

I'll hold my head and look 'em in the eye And find

my stride and rise up once again

I'm standing ground and picking up the pieces (oh,

picking 'em up) I'll pave my own way down this winding road

My spirit climbs as every shadow ceases

I'm lining all these dusty streets with gold

Yeah, I'm lining my own streets with gold (lining 'em with gold) (mm-mm-mm)