On the Horizon

There's a man who hangs out down around the truck stop
Says he was a preacher once upon a time
Now he spends his nights begging blow off of the street girls
As they call out to the johns and then fade into the night

He said, "Son, you know I ain't complaining
But the times they are a-changing and there's nothing left for me
The world's turned upside-down now
All the thieves and all the liars run the show and we're all going to hell"

Take this fear out of my hands and let me rest awhile
The dark consumes the horizon and my mind constructs denial

A bottle and a few old magazines
We sat and rolled some joints out in the lot next to the fire
Sirens sang us both into a waking sleep
And we sat right there for hours watching everything around us start to dream

I said, "Hey old man you never tell that story
About the time you were in Gatlinburg and you met J.F.K
Back then it must have been like meeting Jesus"
He said, "Boy it goddamn was, but just like Kennedy that memory's gone away"

Take this fear out of my hands and let me rest awhile
The dark consumes the horizon and my mind constructs denial

Tell me, won't you tell me
How to rectify what can't be changed
Feels like every day I'm dying
Feels like every day I'm trying to be somebody
I was never meant to be