Face of Despair

Fingers callus from the plough

Wrinkled weather beatin' brow

Streak of silver in the hair, mhmm

Face of despair

A back that's bent from years of toil

Thorns grow in the worn out soil

No one left to really care, mhmm

Face of despair

If you should plough old fields like these

You'd plough up memories

Don't tell the young to mend their ways

You can't show them better days

Their better days are yet ahead

Your better days have long been dead

Rest easy in your rocking chair, mhm

And look at your September country

Face of despair

Shoulders weary from the load

Life is rough as a gravel road

How much of it can you bear, mhmm

Look at your September country

Face of despair

In the September of your years

Eyes that hide a veil of tears

A look of longing always there, mhmm

Face of despair

If you should plough old fields like these

You'd plough up memories

Don't tell the young to mend their ways

You can't show them better days

Their better days are yet ahead

Your better days have long been dead

Rest easy in your rocking chair, mhmm

And look at your September country

Mhm, face of despair, mhmm

If you should plough old fields like these

You'd plough up memories

Don't tell the young to mend their ways

You can't show them better days

Their better days are yet ahead

Your better days have long been dead

Rest easy in your rocking chair mhm

What are you looking at now?

That's your September country

Face of despair

Fingers callus from the plough

Wrinkled weather beatin' brow

Streak of silver in the hair, mhmm

Face of despair, mhmm