Roots Music Report

SHIFTING SAND Words and Music © Ken Dunn, SOCAN, ASCAP 



Miles and miles down that broken road, I know your smile hides a heavy load 

No time for crying or growing old, no time for being here so all alone 



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And let me take you by the hand ‘cause nothing turns out like it’s planned 

And we don’t know where we will land on this constant shifting sand 



Give me shelter in the ache of night, my time and age are taking flight 

I’ll be your compass, you be my light, I’ll be your hearing, won’t you be my sight 



CHORUS 



This story is both yours and mine - break the silence, call out the crime 

With body, soul, heart and mind, let’s make peace with the hands of time 

Let’s make peace with the hands of time, let’s make peace with the hands of time 

Let’s make peace with the hands of time, with the hands of time, oh ya 

Hands of time, oh ya, hands of time, oh ya