Letra de Let Your Head Hang Low

Let your head hang low. If you've drawn yourself a breath, you know the wind can wrest the world out of your hold
As it sank down low, dark before the whistle blows, too young to slumber, blood marauding as it flows
And we're all downstream from somebody else's dream
And we're all downwind when the ash picks up again
And we all ought to go where the exiled people go, their bonfires burn your bones
The rumble in your throat, how it burns so. Through your crooked lines. I know a mile is just a mile to a young soul, rolling over broken hearts, lives in tow
Between us, would you say that to a child? Would you say that to a baby? In a small, small town, would you lay your troubles down? In a small, small town, would you lay your troubles down?
And we're all downstream from somebody else's dream
And we're all downwind when the ash picks up again
And we all ought to go where the exiled people go, their bonfires burn your bones