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