Right on Through - Son Volt

Waking brow, descending sun

To scenes that strum, still sawing away

Break for the wayward and for the stranger

«We're all in this danger,» said the screed on the wall

Through it all, through it all

Force of will and wishful thinking

We straggle and scrape

And slog right on through

Here’s to plotting the true

Here’s to the string player’s lament

Here’s to a marching slow pace

Here’s to the last funeral song

Through it all, through it all

Force of will and wishful thinking

Straggled and strayed

We’ve sawed right on through