Fanny Lumsden - Great Divide

Always been a believer
that everything will be okay
and good things, they come
to those who are willing to wait
And all that shit about good luck
and that you reap what you sow
well maybe it′s more accurate
to say things are all out of control

Because in came the smoke
and all that good luck choked
and in came the flames
fanning all that misplaced blame

'Cause I am from the western side of the great divide
where the wild run free and the quiet, they can go to hide
and we all know that the forces
are wild as can be
and it′s impossible, impossible to capture the breeze
We all knew about the day that southern cloud went down
took twenty-seven years for them to find that hallowed ground
but the mountain has got its ways
got lost in that icy haze
where the snow-line blends with the skyline without a sound

and in came the snow
covering all there was to know
and down came the rain
never wash away that pain

'Cause I am from the western side of the great divide
(I am from the western side)
where the wild run free and the quiet, they can go to hide
(wild run free and go to hide)
and we all know that the forces are wild as can be
(I am from the western side)
and it's impossible, impossible to capture the breeze

In came the smoke
and all that good luck choked...

We are from the western side of the great divide
where the wild run free and the quiet they can go to hide
We are from the western side of the great divide
(We are from the western side)
where the wild run free and the quiet they can go to hide
(wild run free and go to hide)
and we all know that the forces are wild as can be
(We are from the western side)
and it′s impossible, impossible to capture the breeze