Quicksand

From the west

Where the sun is setting

Comes a caravan, led by a man

And I think he’s heading, heading for us

And raising the dust

His obedient flock

Who worships his stock

Now he says what he’ll do

Will dazzle us too

‘Cause he’s taking this land

And turning it into quicksand

Pardon me

I thought that you were joking

Should I know, that it’s so

Simply ‘cause you’ve spoken

Spoken the word

Strangest I’ve heard

Say what we must do

Is listen to you

‘Cause our future depends

On you and your friends

And you’re making your stand

And then go deep in the quicksand

You’ll be saved

This is what you’re thinking

Your neckline shows, heaven knows

You sure as hell are sinking

Sinking away

You might want to pray

Or go with a smile

If that’s your style

But do say goodbye

You needn’t be shy

I’d give a hand, but I’m with you in this quicksand