歌词：Susan Aglukark. This Child. Slippin Through The Cracks.

Like the salt of the earth, spilt upon a worn wooden floor
Falling through the cracks, to a place you can?t find it anymore
You could take a pinch of it and give a lucky toss
Smile at the madness as you ain?t got no loss

Paper bags and memory lanes
Who?s dreams are flying all to rest

He just can?t put his finger on the feeling that he lacks
A spirit too disposable, recycled and cut back
From tradition to a mission, he?s the greatest
Slippin? 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

There?s 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 he?ll ever be apart
Is he the hunter or the hunted?
Confusion in his heart
Tears of desperation just get washed away they?re just
Slippin? through the cracks

He just can?t put his finger on the feeling that he lacks
A spirit too disposable, recycled and cut back
From tradition to a mission, he?s the greatest and just
Slippin? through the cracks

He?s slippin? through the cracks
Slippin? through the cracks
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