Wash Themselves Away
ANNA ELIZABETH LAUBE
I'm trying to run from my dreams
But they keep hammering back at me
I'm torn like a ticket stub
But still, oh still I can see
These voices keep on screaming
And whispering in my ear
I cover my head with pillows
But still, oh still, I can hear
You got the voice
So why don't you use it?
You got the hands
So why don't you play
You got the chance
You better take it
Or all them dreams
They're gonna wash themselves away
All them dreams
They're gonna wash themselves away
