Hawks on a pole This canyon is ours and we watch it like hawks on a pole These hawks are omens of luck or so I’ve been told The depth of your eyes holds the secrets that lie in your bones I could trace every line on your face till they shine like gold Chorus: Someday we will find our own piece of mind, till then we’ll keep on looking for some kind of proof Over rocks we have climbed, swam through the sea of cherry red wine Sifting through garbage hoping to find the truth Every mistake I have made it stays with me And every word I speak can be misperceived The hardest part of believing is trying to believe When everything around you crumbles or leaves Chorus My body just aches with a longing that takes control And this daily search for relief is taking its toll We keep looking in all the wrong places to ease our soul What we’re really looking for I guess no one knows