Cholla

Cholla, cholla, you've kept us away We'll come back tomorrow, give you one day The talent of time, that thief that delays We'll come back tomorrow and tear down your ways Otherwise Where are we going? What are we doing? You siphon a smile from the source How do we move on when nothing is growing? Your hands turn to daggers again Nonpar, nonpar, nonpareil You rush to the future and paint it yourself Together we're lucky, together we're set When nothing comes easy, only the finest are left Where are we going? What are we doing? You siphon a smile from the source How do we move on when nothing is growing? Your hands turn to daggers again (My love) This is the way it has played But these are our riches to take What came of, of goodness, our fairness Nothing proves otherwise Where are we going? Where are we going? And where are we going? And where are we going? And where are we going? And what are we doing? Cholla, cholla, cholla, oh