Dust and Days

Woke before the dawn again

Calloused hands and aching back

Bills piled high on the kitchen table

Still I lace these boots and head out (yeah)

We work these fields till the daylight fades

Still the ends refuse to meet

But we rise again with calloused hands

Holding on through the cold and heat

(hold on) Factory lights

hum through the night shift

Sweat and dust on every seam

Dreams get buried

under overtime

Still we carry on the same old dream

We work these fields till the daylight fades

Still the ends refuse to meet

But we rise again with calloused hands

Holding on through the cold and heat

(hold on)

Some days the weight feels heavier

But we keep our heads held high

Through the rain and the endless struggle

We find the strength to try

We work these fields till the daylight fades

Still the ends refuse to meet

But we rise again with calloused hands

Holding on through the cold and heat

(hold on) Holding on...

through the cold and heat