There was a mighty nation. Blessed above all of creation. It was a rare and precious pearl. Conceived in faith and liberty. Home of the brave, land of the free.
IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF TEXAS, EAST AND WEST OF EL PASO. WHERE THE MIGHTY FRANKLIN MOUNTAINS GUARD THE TRAIL TO MEXICO. THERE'S A NEW-MADE WIDOW CRYING AND A HEARSE A ROLLIN SLOW.
Million Mile Reflections. . --------------------------------------------------------------------------------. . Live!. . --------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
We got some trouble in our own back yard. Things are kinda tough, times are kinda hard. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street. People goin' hungry without nothin' to eat.
I was hanging in out in L.A. looking for a real cool place to go. I struck up a conversation with this dude wearing hip hop clothes. He said you talk like you're from Texas let me welcome you to our town.
You have sailed the sparkling waters. of the shady sandy coast of Carolina.. From the rock bound coast of Maine. down past Virgina to the sunny Florida keys..
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I am found. Was blind but now, I see. . T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
Where the sun goes up and the sun comes down nothing ever changes in a border town. It turns around and starts all over again. It's alcohol and nicotine and everyday's like Halloween.
It was just another day in the life of planet earth. Twenty-four more hours going by. Traffic was heavy and there was a little rain. Babies were born and people died.
Freckles form a line around your face. And I get lost when I try to find my way. And I start to tumble down. Pick me back up off the ground. Teardrops boiling in a pot of gold.
It's Friday night and I'm back again,. With my old guitar and my trusty grin. And a best you don't come in here sign. Tatooed on this heart of mine. From a dirty brown shag carpet stage.
Rake the garden clear of stones. Plant a seed into the soil. And should that seed refuse to grow. Just water deep to help it do so-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. .
On and on it echoes. [?] left for dead. No one matters. Just memories like fire off the edge. Existing below. Spin the totem and pray it doesn't slow.
Hello again, my dear old friend. Is it that time again? Is this the end?. The beat goes on and on, with such sweet grace. But I'm just out of time, I'm out of place.
Lonely, lonely, undefined. You say you take your time, I say you hide away. Lonely, lonely, hard to shine when they don't notice you at all. Sink further every day.
Every hour is a season. every minute lasts a day. so i sit here picking stitches. i find comfort in decay. . how i long to fill my lungs. . so tell me how does it feel to.
A notion cold as the night air. Starts within in my head. Spreads like ink right through my veins. All of our kings are dead. I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate.
I guess I. Thought we were indivisible. Remember when. The distance wasn't insurmountable?. . When I get to you, yeah my blood runs cold. 'Cause I don't recognize the person I behold.
We're all alone, we're all bastard sons. Been cast aside from the world above.. We practice dark arts and open casket love. We bathe in the warmth of a plastic sun.