From the recording No Excuses mp3
Will you lay down all your troubles now?
Will you lay down all your fears?
Will you lay down all your nervous thoughts
when you reach the end of the years?
When you're alone with the world in your hands
See how quickly we spin
Balanced here like a plate between love & hate
In a sea of far fires burning dim
All that you are is the dust my dear
All that you are is the breeze
All that you are is a work of art
A door to which you hold the key