1904 - Benjamin Francis Leftwich

All of our friends survived

When a plane crashed their minds

And in 1904, I found

Some real, real strength of my ground

You looked at me with your old, old eyes

That you used to

Look at your god in your old, old ways

If you lost your way, walk on, walk on, walk on

All of our thoughts collide

When our hearts smashed inside

And in that place I saw the cold dark diamond

In the cold dark floor

You looked at me with your old, old eyes

That you used to

Look at your god in your old, old ways

Lost your way, walk on, walk on, walk on