Only as Strong

Highway 95, cutting throught the trees On the border of North Carolina, paper mill on the breeze Here I took my first ten steps, dreamed by first big dreams In this milling town full of dying dreams This house is where I saw my family transform From a circle of support... to something else Unemployment hanging low... racism on the breeze Cocaine out by tracks where I used to play Neighbors used to wave and smile, now their raided by the DEA This quiet col-de-sac, has quickly been replaced By a circle of despair, sidewalks cutting throught the overgrown trees Men who held their palms outstrecthed, now a shadow of who they used to be So we packed ourselves, put our things in the rental truck And moved to the north... When I see you, don't look upset At this life that some call wrecked We're only as strong as we imagine ourselves to be