Ron Sexsmith

Some Dusty Things

Ron Sexsmith


The world is a very small place 
And before we know 
We're back in our own space 
Some dusty things to remind us all 
Of our time on earth 
How sweet and precious it was and how 
We will never be the same 

For love is a very small word 
It's easy to say 
But seldom is heart 
Above the war that lives on and one 
In the hearts of men 
How sweet and precious it was but now 
Can it ever be that way again? 

Have no fear 
If we're nearing the end 
We'll just drink to old friends 

The world is a very hard place 
When lost in a crowd 
We search for a kind face 
Some trusting soul to confide in 
Arms we can hide into 
Some sweet sad face from a passing train 
We may never see again 

Some dusty things to remind us all 
Of our time on earth 
How sweet and precious it was and how 
We will never be the same