once we older than we are now and our lungs were filled with rust and we worked so long our heads bowed down and our hearts only pushing dust now we sway and we roll though we have no control cause thats just the way this goes cause times are hard and things they get rough but you youre enough once we were tall as trees covered in snow with no end to all we didnt know so even as the world around comes crumbling down and all the cracks begin to show still well sway and well roll though we have no control cause thats just the way this goes cause times are hard and things they get rough but you youre enough