Last Mile
Man walks down a road
Not walked down before
Man walks down a road
Not walked down before
Thumb points up, but
There's no one here but him and me
Sun is hanging low
Gainst a tired crimson sky
The wind has gone, it
Won't be back again tonight
He said 'I'm on my way home
This is my last mile
my torch is growing dim
Won't you carry it a while'
I seen better days
I have golden memories
I even went to war and saw some good men die
I took a lot of drugs
But I lived for peace and love
I helped a lot of lost dogs on the road
Son don't give up your freedom
We paid for it with lives
If you yield it up
You're spitting on our graves
If you take a simple freedom
And dress it like a crime
You create a war
A wound that will not heal
The question is do people
Have the right to alter their consciousness
To me that is an issue of personal freedom
And historically, wars have been fought over that
Taking away that personal right of freedom
Sort of spits on what veterans have died for throughout the years
It's a right that should be protected
We shared a last bit of reefer
And split some tabs of 'done
There's a time and place for everything
We hit the curbside hard
Was just another dead end road
He said good luck the day
They come for you dog
Now you're on your own
My matchbook is now empty
But I think I found my way home
I turned around and watched him walk
Turned around and watched him walking
I turned around and watched him walk
Straight into the sky
Not walked down before
Man walks down a road
Not walked down before
Thumb points up, but
There's no one here but him and me
Sun is hanging low
Gainst a tired crimson sky
The wind has gone, it
Won't be back again tonight
He said 'I'm on my way home
This is my last mile
my torch is growing dim
Won't you carry it a while'
I seen better days
I have golden memories
I even went to war and saw some good men die
I took a lot of drugs
But I lived for peace and love
I helped a lot of lost dogs on the road
Son don't give up your freedom
We paid for it with lives
If you yield it up
You're spitting on our graves
If you take a simple freedom
And dress it like a crime
You create a war
A wound that will not heal
The question is do people
Have the right to alter their consciousness
To me that is an issue of personal freedom
And historically, wars have been fought over that
Taking away that personal right of freedom
Sort of spits on what veterans have died for throughout the years
It's a right that should be protected
We shared a last bit of reefer
And split some tabs of 'done
There's a time and place for everything
We hit the curbside hard
Was just another dead end road
He said good luck the day
They come for you dog
Now you're on your own
My matchbook is now empty
But I think I found my way home
I turned around and watched him walk
Turned around and watched him walking
I turned around and watched him walk
Straight into the sky
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