"Right On Through" lyrics - SON VOLT

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