(John Mellencamp/George Green)This land, today, shall draw its last breathAnd take into its ancient depthsThis frail reminder of its giant, dreaming selfWhile I, with human-hindered eyesUnequal to the sweeping curve of lifeStand on this single print of timeCHORUSHuman wheels spin round and roundWhile the clock keeps the paceHuman wheels spin round and roundHelp the light to my faceThat time, today, no triumph gainsAt this short success of ageThis pale reflection of its brave and blundering deedFor I, descend from this vaultNow dreams beyond my earthly faultKnowledge, sure, from the seedCHORUSThis land, today, my tears shall tasteAnd take into its dark embraceThis love who in my beating heart enduresAssured by every sun that burnsThe dust to which this flesh shall returnIt is the ancient, dreaming dust of GodCHORUS------------------------------------------------------------------------------