Piece Of Wind
Chris Robinson / John Stacey
Up in heaven
There are no good byes and in America
They don't sing lullabies
Out on the wasteland
They got dreamy eyes
Revolution has been bought and sold
And your big cities are getting mighty cold
Be a good pilgrim and do what you're told
You can't buy a piece of wind
You can turn steel into skin
People might try again and again
But no one can buy a piece of wind
Fortunate sailor on the shining shore, he has left us forevermore
Now he awaits us so open the door
No one can buy a piece of wind
You can turn steel into skin
I said people might try again and again
But no one can buy a piece of wind