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Like the salt of the earth, spilt upon a worn wooden floor
Falling through the cracks, to a place you canât find it anymore
You could take a pinch of it and give a lucky toss
Smile at the madness as you ainât got no loss
Paper bags and memory lanes
Whoâs dreams are flying all to rest
He just canât put his finger on the feeling that he lacks
A spirit too disposable, recycled and cut back
From tradition to a mission, heâs the greatest
Slippinâ through the cracks
Working in the big time, got so many ions in the fire
A resiviore of angry cars downing in the highway of desire
Thereâs a worth of information down that road that we all need
Praying on the ignorance, selfishness and greed
Looking for directions on a road that offers little guaranteed
He looks on and he wonders if heâll ever be apart
Is he the hunter or the hunted?
Confusion in his heart
Tears of desperation just get washed away theyâre just
Slippinâ through the cracks
He just canât put his finger on the feeling that he lacks
A spirit too disposable, recycled and cut back
From tradition to a mission, heâs the greatest and just
Slippinâ through the cracks
Heâs slippinâ through the cracks
Slippinâ through the cracks