if we could make it through the summernnwithout cutting off our hairnnthen we could make it through the winternnwith a pocket full of breadnnand then we'll even have the honornnof working in the fieldnnfor a peso or a dollarnnand spend it on a cemetery filmnnyeah we willnnnnwell i've seen clouds become so greedynnthat they run off with the sunnnand i've seen men who trust a feelingnneven when they know it's wrongnnand there are reasons to be cynicalnnthere are reasons to be scarednnbut all our fears will be the seasonsnnthat chase us up the stairsnnwhere we will healnnyeah we will