Driving East

Aren't we all in this together?
Haven't we been at this forever?

I will die and a baby will be born
And though my head is torn on this

The Momma didn't cry
When the video was live
Of the thunder in the sky
Till the body bag arrived
And she saw the face inside was his

My friend cuts the grasses
My other friend collects the taxes
From the serfs residing on his land

Me, I look through dirty glasses
At the nervous hurried masses
In the silly classes I take here

Tomorrow I'm driving east
Hoping the opening
Is at least wide enough for both of us

Mud on the ground
As I drown in shallow water

Tomorrow I'm driving east
Hoping the opening
Is at least wide enough for both of us

Mud on the ground
As I drown

My friend who cuts the grasses
Now he dreams of mountain passes
Riding in his eighteen wheels of steel

Blood on the ground
As I drown



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Lu, Silas Cloud Brainard
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