Текст: David Crosby. Tracks in the Dust.

Four of us were having dinner
And I threw down the paper with a curse
And my wife said, "Complaining doesn't get it
You got to do something or you can bet it
Will get worse"

And my friend said, "You've been watching TV too much
And all that hippie hopefulness is just a crutch"
But if thinkin' that way helps you
To make it through the night
Then who am I to say what's wrong and right

But I think, we're passing through here kind of fast
Did you think these tracks in the dust would last

I think, we're passing through here kind of fast
Did you think these tracks in the dust would last

So you think we should just sit here
And have another glass of wine
While the world goes to hell
Which you know damn well
It's going to do just down the line

And his lady said, "I don't know how can you be so sure
I mean some things seem to get better
You know the hero still saves the
Damsel in distress, the villain doesn't get her
And I said, "Where have you been living
I mean they're selling death in the streets"

Cheap and the lying politicians
Are rolling in the profits they reap.
And he said, "He's right honey
But I think it's always been that way"
And he smiled kind of patiently
And I knew he was going to say

I think, we're passing through here kind of fast
Did you think these tracks in the dust would last

I think, we're passing through here kind of fast
Did you think these tracks in the dust would last

I think, we're passing through here kind of fast