The Trials of Harrison Hayes Songtext
von Willard Grant Conspiracy

Don′t have the patience
For all these apologies
Don't have the time to waste on the suffering

Don′t have what it takes
To stay in one place
He might have what it takes to make myself home

I'm not sure at any time
Where I will be found
Not sure you'd want to go there alone


There are all kinds of serpents here
Best keep your faith held near
There′s all kinds of poisons that turn you to stone

If the spirit moved my words
Sure I would be misheard
It′s rare that intentions are left undisturbed

The truth leads us down the strange roads
Each one different, I suppose
Many a secret is left unlearned

Misery doesn't come from the Earth
Trouble doesn′t sprout from the ground
People are born to trouble


And as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds
Just as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds
Just as the sparks fly upwards, into the clouds