Over Us - One Hand Eight Fingers

Wonder if the tears dry up way out west Where the rain don't fall, where the red sun sets Might take a couple tanks of 89 to find out Try and leave the heartbreak in the dust Find a clear rearview in this dang ol' truck Beat on the dash and put all the past behind Yeah, I'll drive 'til you're outta my mind Throw goodbye into high gear out here, into the night The where don't matter, it's all the same Make it San Diеgo or Santa Fe By the time that moving-on sun comеs up I'll be somewhere over us I've seen your silhouette dance in the Tuscon stars And your eyes cut right through the desert dark If your memory ain't gone, I ain't putting this thing in park Yeah, I'll drive 'til you're outta my mind Throw goodbye into high gear out here, into the night The where don't matter, it's all the same Make it San Diego or Santa Fe By the time that moving-on sun comes up I'll be somewhere over us Somewhere over us You're still in every turn So I'll keep cutting curves 'Til the road runs out of wind I'll be blurring these ol' white lines Yeah, I'll drive 'til you're outta my mind Throw goodbye into high gear out here, into the night The where don't matter, it's all the same Make it San Diego or Santa Fe By the time that moving-on sun comes up I'll be somewhere over us Somewhere over us

Black t-shirt, black dress My hands, your hips Your lips find me with the lights off Cracked concrete, cracked headlight Cross the street from that 'For Sale' sign Thinking what it'd be like To be a little bit older We had it all figured out But now that we're older now I'm okay, I found closure But I still, but I still, still Turn off that radio, calling on that road and Listen to the voicemails you left on my phone back then Why do I see you when the night moves slowly? Why do I wish that our hands were still holding? Even though I know we ain't meant to be, you're on my mind So I wonder why, why I'm I'm so over us, oh, I'm so over us Girl, I'm so long over us, but I'll never be over you Back head diamond hanging round your neck Baby, do you still rock it? 'Cause it's the little things that Keep on popping up when I don't expect Don't want us, but can't run from what I can't forget About you, yeah Why do I, why do I? Still turn off that radio, calling on that road and Listen to the voicemails you left on my phone back then Why do I see you when the night moves slowly? Why do I wish that our hands were still holding? Even though I know we ain't meant to be, you're on my mind So I wonder why, why I'm I'm so over us, oh, I'm so over us Girl, I'm so long over us, but I'll never be over you Over, over, you Over, over, you Over, over, you Yeah, yeah Still turn off that radio, calling on that road and Listen to the voicemails you left on my phone back then Why do I see you when the night moves slowly? Why do I wish that our hands were still holding? Even though I know we ain't meant to be, you're on my mind So I wonder why, why I'm I'm so over us, oh, I'm so over us Girl, I'm so long over us, but I'll never be over you But I'll never be, no, mmm

There is strength within the sorrow There is beauty in our tears And you meet us in our mourning With a love that cast out fear You are working in our waiting You're sanctifying us When beyond our understanding You're teaching us to trust Your plans are still to prosper You have not forgotten us You're with us in the fire and the flood You're faithful forever Perfect in love You are sovereign over us You are wisdom unimagined Who could understand your ways Reigning high above the heavens Reaching down in endless grace You're the lifter of the lowly Compassionate and kind You surround and you uphold me And your promises are my delight Your plans are still to prosper You have not forgotten us You're with us in the fire and the flood You're faithful forever Perfect in love You are sovereign over us Your plans are still to prosper You have not forgotten us You're with us in the fire and the flood You're faithful forever Perfect in love You are sovereign over us Even what the enemy means for evil You turn it for our good You turn it for our good and for your glory Even in the valley, you are faithful You're working for our good You're working for our good and for your glory Even what the enemy means for evil You turn it for our good You turn it for our good and for your glory Even in the valley, you are faithful You're working for our good You're working for our good and for your glory Your plans are still to prosper You have not forgotten us You're with us in the fire and the flood Oh, you're faithful forever Perfect in love You are sovereign over us You're faithful forever Perfect in love You are sovereign over us

Intro: Tell you about Black Man supremacy. Ises Rastafari! Woi yoi Salassie I will tek I home. Hotter fire, hotter fire. (Aye hay hay!) These are the Trumpets of the living man making the sound. CHO Hey, watch over us, Emperor Salassie I Dem ya road rugged and steep, I know it is a must, for us to make it home, even through dem yah nashingof teeth, Hey guide over us, Holy Emanuel I, Sizzla Knees could a never get weak. I know it is a must, for us to make it home, through dem yah nashing of teeth. Unno sey it. 1. There are those who constantly they have been been placing The rocks on the tracks leaving devil snairs laying. And them wish fi all who dem hate to be falling Yet inna dem face they witness thy uprising. Feeling Irie making it into my way No apology, fire bun dem everyday-ay-ay-ay. Conspiracy leads the game you play Now they fall on their knees without my say CHO 2. Dem fi know I climb mountain and the valleys, (ohhoe) Jah tell mi so I run both river banks. Within life you've got follies (yeah yeah!) Here is the rasta yout whilst giving thanks Hey Jah Jah, give I-man health and strength Working for you makes no sense You Could Never put a dime in my pocket King Salassie- I-run the frontline so watch this. CHO 3. Dem high statistics and Economics have dem going-so Kinky Mi draw fi mi rastamon song mi, binghi drum, mi calabash chalice Babylon sey mi crazy! Giving praises, Niyabinghi Ises, our business Mi nuh join dem slavery Jah Jah dem burn dem bridge spiting mi big. When yuh dun (done) know I swim across through my victory. CHO