Son Volt - Right On Through lyrics

Waking brow, descending sun To scenes that strum, still sawing away Break for the wayward and for the stranger "We're all in this danger," said the screed on the wall Through it all, through it all Force of will and wishful thinking We straggle and scrape And slog right on through Here's to plotting the true Here's to the string player's lament Here's to a marching slow pace Here's to the last funeral song Through it all, through it all Force of will and wishful thinking Straggled and strayed We've sawed right on through