The Witching Hour

Cash for your stolen gold
Promised providence fills the vacant lots
Strip malls with fake and flaking brick walls
A fool's face as ad space tells me how and what I should feel
But this shadow we all cast is immense and broad
Yet we fill this filthy world, I'm no better

I can still feel the weight of their eyes
As they dart and pass like an old memory, fixated
In convenience store soliloquys; while carrying around such a resentful rhythm
As the halogen above sends ripples and contours of light through our hair
I'll remember this one at least for a while

I rode around 'til the dawn of the next day
And picked blue from the early morning grey
I traveled through all the rolling hills and farmlands
That hollow out the middle of this state
And stopped out on a patch of grass beside the road
Before it wove too much further down
I stepped out and braved a breath of humid air
And heard the trucks drone from the highway
I followed trees that hemmed together vast fields
And suddenly I became overwhelmed

I'm stronger now than the pressures I've endured
I'm stronger now with the weight of what I've learned
I'm stronger now that what makes me insecure
And though my strength was washed up on the shore
My innocence ran out the open door
Good Lord, it left me wanting more

I really am better than I was before
I really am better off now
I really am better
I really am