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