Cholla

Cholla, cholla, you've kept us away
We'll come back tomorrow, give you one day
The talent of time, that thief that delays
We'll come back tomorrow and tear down your ways
Otherwise

Where are we going? What are we doing?
You siphon a smile from the source
How do we move on when nothing is growing?
Your hands turn to daggers again

Nonpar, nonpar, nonpareil
You rush to the future and paint it yourself
Together we're lucky, together we're set
When nothing comes easy, only the finest are left

Where are we going? What are we doing?
You siphon a smile from the source
How do we move on when nothing is growing?
Your hands turn to daggers again
(My love)

This is the way it has played
But these are our riches to take
What came of, of goodness, our fairness
Nothing proves otherwise

Where are we going? Where are we going?
And where are we going? And where are we going?
And where are we going? And what are we doing?
Cholla, cholla, cholla, oh