Better Way

I'm a southern child, and honey, don't I feel it now
I grew up and moved away, but it still hangs around somehow
Thickened air, Sunday pews, the meat and threes
I still reckon with the land and familiarity

I walk the line between pride and shame, hoping for a better way

I drive back home for a week or so sometimes
Past the fallen monuments and the "Jesus Saves" signs
What does it mean to feel such deep duality?
No, I can't erase the past, gotta face reality

I walk the line between pride and shame, hoping for a better way

Through the pines, I can see it clear as day
When the sun comes beating down, feels like a warm embrace
Nowhere to go, and there ain't no way around it
Gotta leave this place better than I found it

I walk the line between pride and shame, hoping for a better way
I walk the line between pride and shame, hoping for a better way
I walk the line between pride and shame, hoping for a better way