Dust Raimon Smit Every part in thoughts in this world make no sense Everything we see as future is a disadvance A way forward is always a way to the pain Everything we do is a step back Chorus: The roads I try to lead Are some, they are old They are pushed away far in the dust They are part of my past (PICKING) ...foothprints in the dust... All the things my eyes has to carry All the last that are getting bigger And we’re not ever closer to a better life All the lights are getting brighter All the sounds are to loud It’s no wonder that I’m begging I’m begging to get out. Chorus: The roads I try to lead Are some, they are old They are pushed away far in the dust They are part of my past (PICKING) ...foothprints in the dust... IT'S NOT HARD, BUT WHEN YOU LISTEN TO THE SONG YOU HEAR WHERE YOU HAVE TO PICK THE CHORDS AND STUFF. RAIMON SMIT