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