Hands of Dust

“Gold fades. Names fade. But every man’s got hands of dust.”

Built my life with stone and fire, Chased my sins, my one desire. Every deal I cut, every oath I trust, Slips through my fingers — hands of dust.

Hands of dust, That’s all I’ll be. Hands of dust, Holdin’ history. Can’t clutch the light, Can’t chain the sea.

Shook the preacher’s hand, felt nothing inside, Held my lover’s face, still she lied. Built my name, but the name won’t last, All I carry is the broken past.

Hands of dust, That’s all I’ll be. Hands of dust, Holdin’ history. Can’t clutch the light, Can’t chain the sea.

“You can dress me in silk, Lay me under the stone. But the dirt still knows I’m goin’ home.”

Hands of dust, Fallin’ from my skin. Hands of dust, Where it all begins. No gold, no trust — Just hands of dust.

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