Lives of Clay - Jack Bruce, Robin Trower

Use that very precious thing

Till the life downwards lives of clay

Don’t have time to worry, ain’t got time to waist

Keep thinking about a future, wanna standing at the gate

It’s so hard, let it slip away

Use that very precious thing

Till the life downwards lives of clay

Foreign by the west side, prophecy wise man too

Town and cities drowning, they would not hear the truth

Hit by lightning, alone they need to pray

Use that very precious thing

Till the life downwards lives of clay

Head spinning around the questions, almost lose control

Did not count the blessings, give me dice one more row

Grow in skies, nothing left to say

Use that very precious thing

Till the life downwards lives of clay