You don’t hold your head Like you did before You’ve been travelling for miles Only to find another door chorus Like footsteps made in sand Disappearing in this land Dreaming’s a lost cause When you’re down here Your hair, it stands on end And your will, it starts to bend That’s exactly what they see In the end, what’s left is dreams I got a pocket full of overdue bills I got a notion for my own cheap thrills I’ll take my time, it will be alright Well, if you walk with me tonight I heard a song on the radio That don’t move you like you want Whatcha gonna do When your heroes are all gone? chorus Like footsteps made in sand Disappearing in this land Dreaming’s a lost cause When you’re down here When you’re down here When you’re down here Oh when you’re down here * Words and music by Jonny Stevens arranged by The Stanfields