Rust-Stained Strings
Woke up to the sound of falling rain
Old familiar cadence in my head
Counting every sorrow by its name
Leaving all those heavy words unsaid
Time keeps moving
like a muddy stream
Wash away the trouble in my mind
(oh wash it away)
Lord, give me something I can hold tonight
A little peace before the morning clears
Turn this heavy darkness into light
Wash the salt out of these tired years
(yeah, wash it away)
Pockets empty but my spirit knows
Every winding highway has an end
Standing steady when the cold wind blows
Looking for the comfort of a friend
Lord,
give me something I can hold tonight
(give me something) A little peace before the morning clears
Turn this heavy darkness into light
Wash the salt out of these tired years
(wash it clean now)
Wash it clean... (hummmm)