Clover

It seems the people are blinded By the gold in the hills We see a mountain climb it Instead of chasing cheap thrills Just waiting to find it But we never will I've seen a cloud rolling over But I was lost in the feel We dug a river to nowhere Are we all just waiting to drown? Looking over your shoulder At the fading light Always claiming to know her But do we treat her right We better make a decision Are we paying attention To the signs and the vision Or are we all waiting on a four-leaf clover Clover, clover, clover Gotta find a way, gotta find a way out Gotta find a way, gotta find a way out Gotta find a way, gotta find a way out Over the hills Or are we all waiting on a four-leaf clover Or are we all waiting on a four-leaf clover Or are we all waiting on a four-leaf clover