Scott Cross

Ice is forming on the river

The barges are held in tow

Cold grey dawn, chilling to the bone

Must be ten below

Somehow you feel lost and alone out there

Feeling like you ought to leave

Such hard living in the cold cold world

People its time to believe

Sounds tear through the morning

You pull yourself from your bed

Try so hard to quiet your mind

Dodging thoughts of that lies dead ahead

A chance to be dashed on the rocks

Fooled by friendly lights

Shining solely to decieve

Such hard living in this cold cold world

People its time to believe

I say people its time to believe

Remember when storm clouds come

Soon the sky's gonna clear

Just put your faith in Him

Let Him wipe away your tears