Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are
Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are
Going far, getting nowhere The way you are
Going far, getting nowhere The way you are
These fingers aren’t my fingers These hands are not my hands No one sees and no one cares what gets broken Not for rhyme and not for reason What gets broken What gets broken
Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are
Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are
Going far, getting nowhere The way you are
Going far, getting nowhere The way you are
In the river my machinery Slows to a heartbeat Echoing ghost just laid by Those who whistle while they work Out of time and out of season What gets broken
Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are
Going far, getting nowhere Going far, the way you are
A Silver Mt. Zion lyrics