Dark clouds to-day Sleepless nights and shades In multiplying grays What can you do When ghosts become your own Guests that do not leave you alone Look around there's no one standing there Steady, steady, steady the wheel I know we're heading for the ditch But I think we will be Ok, ok, steady me now My wooden hands grind into dust That settle like snow on us Younger than we've ever been Fields within fields Acres to the edge An acre for your bed Thinking of you Marking up your plans Making up what memories you have Look around there's no one left but us Steady, steady, steady the wheel I know we're heading for the ditch But I think we will be Ok, ok, steady me now My wooden hands grind into dust That settle like snow on us Younger than we've ever been Look around there's no one left but us Steady, steady, steady the wheel I know we're heading for the ditch But I think we will be Ok, ok, steady me now My wooden hands grind into dust That settle like snow on us Younger than we've ever been Younger than we've ever been Younger than we've ever been