| Lyrics: | John Mellencamp/George Green)
This land, today, shall draw its last breath
And take
into its ancient depths
This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self
While I, with
human-hindered eyes
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life
Stand on this single print of
time
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Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the
pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face
That time,
today, no triumph gains
At this short success of age
This pale reflection of its brave and
blundering deed
For I, descend from this vault
Now dreams beyond my earthly
fault
Knowledge, sure, from the seed
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This land, today, my tears
shall taste
And take into its dark embrace
This love who in my beating heart
endures
Assured by every sun that burns
The dust to which this flesh shall return
It
is the ancient, dreaming dust of God
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