Cut To The Bone
AARON FORD and RANDY SHOAF

 Shaking off the dust
Of long hard road
The place it looked of trust
Or so he was told 

Slipping in the back row
Maybe unaware
But there were brows that furrow
He could feel there stares 

Chorus:
Are we reaching out to one another?
Or has the loving gone
Is our tongue a sword or a plowshare?
Does it cut to the bone?

 These judgment words
They roll so easily
Do we all look upwards?
We’re all souls in need

Repeat Chorus: