| I'm coming in, got the wood stove on | |
| At the end of a treasured day | |
| Take off my hat and shoes | |
| And i lay me down | |
| Lives been lost and fortunes won | |
| A test of the will to survive | |
| See where the shadow falls | |
| And you stake your claim | |
| Chorus | |
| I dream of trees and roads | |
| I roam across the hills | |
| The sky is big, the deepest blue, | |
| The clouds like smoky trains | |
| News coming in , goes nation wide | |
| Not a grain of truth to be heard | |
| Lie to an ancient tribe, in their mother tongue | |
| Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives | |
| Like a ball and chain to the skull | |
| Rise see the eagle fly | |
| Spirit can't be broken | |
| I dream of trees and roads | |
| I roam across the hills | |
| The sky is big, the deepest blue, | |
| The clouds like smoky trains | |
| Bridge | |
| I dream of trees and roads | |
| I roam across the hills | |
| The sky is big, the deepest blue, | |
| The clouds like smoky trains |