Cholla cholla You kept us away We'll come back tomorrow And give you one day The talent of time That thief that delays We'll come back tomorrow And tear down your ways Otherwise
Where are we going? What are we doing? You siphon a smile from the source How do we move on When nothing is growing Your hands turned to daggers again
Non par Non par nonpareil You rush to the future and paint it yourself Together we're lucky Together we're set When nothing comes easy Only the finest are left
Where are we going? What are we doing? You siphon a smile from the source How do we move on When nothing is growing Your hands turned to daggers again, my love.
This is the way it has played But these are our riches to take What came of, of goodness Of fairness Nothing proves otherwise
Where are we going Where are we going Where are we going Where are we going Where are we going And what are we doing Cholla, cholla, cholla