The Ruscom Lyrics

The wheels of change are spinning

This watered down beer I'm sipping on

Turns to winter in a Cuban prison

The sand my feet are walking on

Turn to shards of glass in a minute

Feels just like I'm heading home

I can feel the change in the wind

Wind blowing down the Ruscom

Maybe I can hold it all in

The dust in my lungs and jump in

There's a portrait painted by an artist

Portraying where his heart is

In a hot town south from Texas

He wrote it all down so he won't forget it

And there it goes, the wind

The wind blowing down the Ruscom

Maybe I can hold it all in

The dust in my lungs and jump in

There's a harbour out in the distance

I'm proud to say I'm a crewman

On a ship that can sink and rise again

Wind in my face feels like im flying

And there it goes, the wind

The wind blowing down the Ruscom

Maybe I can hold it all in

The dust in my lungs and jump in

So lay me down in the same dirt

Where I was dehydrated and real hurt

And put the wind all in my sails

You bring the lumber I'll bring the nails

And together we can change the wind

Wind blowing down the Ruscom

Maybe I can hold it all in

The dust in my lungs and jump in