Text: Holly Conlan. Dust In Our Hands.

When everything else slipped away
The world took its time
We still had things left to say
And sometimes the right things don't shine
There's not always room
And there's not always time

There's lovelier things in the sky
And I'm looking up, but I can't tell you why
Nothing but dust in our hands
We're doing the best that we can
Oh, we're doing the best that we can
We're doing the best that we can