My heart is empty, dry full of sand
I look at my future, desert for miles around
As I drag this load of sorrows
I hear my grandmothers voice inside my head
Get up off that nasty ground
What are you trying to do
I'm here to tell you it's not your time
And you better take care of things that are yours
So I pick my self up and put on my brace
My how much better I walk
The pain is gone, less medicine good go
Then I go to bed at the normal hour
My gosh is this what it feels like with sleep
my mind seems so clear, my thinking sharp
Maybe now you can start Gunthar on his way
There's s story to be told.
