| Song | The Great Correction |
| Artist | Eliza Gilkyson |
| Album | Beautiful World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| down on the corner of ruin and grace | |
| I'm growin weary of the human race | |
| hold my lamp up in everyone's face | |
| lookin for an honest man | |
| everyone tied to the turnin wheel | |
| everyone hidin from the things they feel | |
| well the truth's so hard it just don't seem real | |
| the shadow across this land | |
| people round here don't know what it means | |
| to suffer at the hands of our american dreams | |
| they turn their backs on the grisly scenes | |
| traced to the privileged sons | |
| they got their god they got their guns | |
| got their armies and the chosen ones | |
| but we'll all be burnin in the same big sun | |
| when the great correction comes | |
| down through the ages lovers of the mystery | |
| been sayin people let your love light shine | |
| poets and sages all throughout history | |
| say the light burns brightest in the darkest times | |
| it's the bitter end we've come down to | |
| the eye of the needle that we gotta get through | |
| but the end could be the start of something new | |
| when the great correction comes | |
| down through the ages . | |
| down to the wire runnin out of time | |
| still got hope in this heart of mine | |
| but the future waits on the horizon line | |
| for our daughters and our sons | |
| I don't know where this train's bound | |
| whole lotta people tryin to turn it around | |
| gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down | |
| and the great correction comes | |
| don't let me down | |
| when the great correction comes |
| down on the corner of ruin and grace | |
| I' m growin weary of the human race | |
| hold my lamp up in everyone' s face | |
| lookin for an honest man | |
| everyone tied to the turnin wheel | |
| everyone hidin from the things they feel | |
| well the truth' s so hard it just don' t seem real | |
| the shadow across this land | |
| people round here don' t know what it means | |
| to suffer at the hands of our american dreams | |
| they turn their backs on the grisly scenes | |
| traced to the privileged sons | |
| they got their god they got their guns | |
| got their armies and the chosen ones | |
| but we' ll all be burnin in the same big sun | |
| when the great correction comes | |
| down through the ages lovers of the mystery | |
| been sayin people let your love light shine | |
| poets and sages all throughout history | |
| say the light burns brightest in the darkest times | |
| it' s the bitter end we' ve come down to | |
| the eye of the needle that we gotta get through | |
| but the end could be the start of something new | |
| when the great correction comes | |
| down through the ages. | |
| down to the wire runnin out of time | |
| still got hope in this heart of mine | |
| but the future waits on the horizon line | |
| for our daughters and our sons | |
| I don' t know where this train' s bound | |
| whole lotta people tryin to turn it around | |
| gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down | |
| and the great correction comes | |
| don' t let me down | |
| when the great correction comes |
| down on the corner of ruin and grace | |
| I' m growin weary of the human race | |
| hold my lamp up in everyone' s face | |
| lookin for an honest man | |
| everyone tied to the turnin wheel | |
| everyone hidin from the things they feel | |
| well the truth' s so hard it just don' t seem real | |
| the shadow across this land | |
| people round here don' t know what it means | |
| to suffer at the hands of our american dreams | |
| they turn their backs on the grisly scenes | |
| traced to the privileged sons | |
| they got their god they got their guns | |
| got their armies and the chosen ones | |
| but we' ll all be burnin in the same big sun | |
| when the great correction comes | |
| down through the ages lovers of the mystery | |
| been sayin people let your love light shine | |
| poets and sages all throughout history | |
| say the light burns brightest in the darkest times | |
| it' s the bitter end we' ve come down to | |
| the eye of the needle that we gotta get through | |
| but the end could be the start of something new | |
| when the great correction comes | |
| down through the ages. | |
| down to the wire runnin out of time | |
| still got hope in this heart of mine | |
| but the future waits on the horizon line | |
| for our daughters and our sons | |
| I don' t know where this train' s bound | |
| whole lotta people tryin to turn it around | |
| gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down | |
| and the great correction comes | |
| don' t let me down | |
| when the great correction comes |