Dusty Road - Michael W. Smith

Dusty road, buried dreams

Pieces on the ground

Saw the ghosts of empty streets

Of that West Virginia town

You worked for years on swing shift at the oil refinery

You loved your wife and your kids

And one of those kids was me

And the sweat upon your brow was like the tears of heaven pouring out

You said keep walking on down, down this dusty road

We’re gonna make it somehow

Now I wish that you were here

You’d be amazed to see

That today looks like a page torn from 1933

In my dreams to you I run

In golden fields where angels kiss the sun

You say keep walking on down, down this dusty road

We’re gonna make it somehow

I can feel it, feel it in my bones

That there’s a place up ahead that looks like home

We keep walking on down, down this dusty road

We’re gonna make it somehow

We’re gonna make it somehow

Yes we are

And a peace comes to me now

Like a steady hand to lead us out

We keep walking on down, down this dusty road

We’re gonna make it somehow

I can feel it, feel it in my bones

That there’s a place up ahead that looks like home

We keep walking on down, down this dusty road

We’re gonna make it somehow

We’re gonna make it somehow

Yes we are