I'm going down
My nose is in the sand
I'm going down
My nose is in the sand
A cloud of dust just came over me
I think I'm drowning on dry land
Son, don't you rush
Don't you rush to be a man
Son, don't you rush
Don't you rush to be a man
But I went ahead on
I'm drowning on dry land
My father told me a story
About a little dog who couldn't see too well
That one day he crossed the truck
The train cut off part of his tail
He turned around and never looked up
Peep over the rail
That's why it lost his whole head
Find a little piece of his tail
I'm going down
My nose is in the sand
A cloud of dust just came over me
Now I think I'm drowning on dry land