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Working in a graveyard on a skeleton crewEveryday above ground, is just too good to be trueLiving in uncertainty is such a realityIt take nothing for granted, you got no secrets to keepYou just watch for hidden motives, reading right between the linesThe horizon keeps expanding by a thin blue lineAnd every single picture is more than meets the eyeThey will just defend the truth if you even ask whyAn old woman working on the favorite songDogs may bark but the caravan moves alongStanding at the crossroads where the middle meets the endsAnd I'm hope six ways to Sunday, by some long lost friendsAnd I thought I heard the river that runs right through my pastI hollered which way are you going, I heard I thought you'd never askI'm a voice of wind and water, a man of flesh and boneI was right next to the river, together and aloneSometimes you glimpse the truth when it's long goneDogs may bark but the caravan moves alongI stumbled drunk upon a side street without a clue, without a careI saw the wind move on the water just enough to know it's thereAnd I felt my world was slipping and my knees went weakAnd I might as well let the stars are floating all around my feetSongtexteYou tried to reconstruct the crime scene with a handful of cluesThink you know where I've been going by staring at my shoesAnd if you're gonna talk about me when I'm goneDogs may bark but the caravan moves along, the caravan moves along Aus Songtexte Mania