Walking down Main Street, getting to know the concrete, looking for a purpose, filming me on the side.
I would meet you anywhere, western sun meets the air, to hit the road, never looking behind.
But can you deny, there's nothing greater, there's nothing more, than the traveling hands of time.
St. Genevieve, can you hold back the water? Saints don't bother with a tear stained eye.
Seeing traces of the stars that came before, hitting the pavement, still asking for more.
When the hours don't move along, or an outward unfamiliar song, to hear your voice is not enough, it's more than a shame.
But can you deny, there's nothing greater, there's nothing more, than the traveling hands of time.
St. Genevieve, can you hold back the water? Saints don't bother with a tear stained eye.
Like a man said, road hard and put away wet, throw away the bad news and put it to rest.
Learning is living, and the truth is a state of mind, you'll find it's better at the end of the line.
But can you deny, there's nothing greater, there's nothing more, than the traveling hands of time.
St. Genevieve, can you hold back the water? Saints don't bother with a tear stained eye.
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