Gas Food Lodging - Green On Red

It seems that no one has any faith anymore,

Well isn’t that what we invented heroes for?

Got the world intent that I was through,

Still the young man I know that that ain’t true.

That’s what dreams were made for

Staring in the eyes of the preacher who sold me down the river

Well I got too much faith for him to deliver.

Guess I’ll just be poor for the rest of my life

It’s better than giving up the fight.

That’s what dreams were made for

It seems a handshake means nothing today

Lifetime of work sold down the river for a man’s weekly pay.

Guess I’ll just be poor for the rest of my life

It’s better than giving up the fight.

That’s what dreams were made for.