Dust and Mud

Outside the cars keep rolling by

The night-owls start to stumble in

You've got a sweat-stained guitar

I've got a book of poems and a pen

We would walk out on Broadway in the middle of the night

Holding out dreams in our hands

Now we're just chasing ghosts

And haunting old skeletons

When it's all said and done

All we are is dust and mud

When it's all said and done

We're all just dust and mud

When it's all said and done

All we are is dust and mud

When it's all said and done

We're all just dust and mud