I got a letter from a friend down in D.C.
<br />He wants to know what’s up with me
<br />And why I never call or write him back
<br />The truth is there ain’t much to say
<br />Today’s the same as any day
<br />And nothing really scares me more than that
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<br />Time and time again I see
<br />The walls are closing in on me
<br />Before my eyes my life begins to flash
<br />Sad memories I can’t erase
<br />I know that I would leave this place
<br />If only I could gather up the cash
<br />
<br />While everyone with better sense has already left town
<br />And those that still remain about wonder why I’m around
<br />
<br />But where do we go from here?
<br />Do we leave it all behind?
<br />Do we walk away blind?
<br />Or will we ever find a light at the end of this street
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<br />I wish I was like my brother Jim
<br />It doesn’t seem to bother him
<br />He doesn’t seem to mind the old routine
<br />He’s always had it figured out
<br />Exactly what this town’s about
<br />This unforgiving narrow-minded scene
<br />
<br />My mama told me long ago
<br />There’s only two ways don’t you know
<br />The second not so pleasant as the first
<br />You either find the river, dive right in
<br />Cleanse your soul, lose your sin
<br />Or walk away alone and die of thirst
<br />
<br />My old man ran from another land and tried to make a new start
<br />But he worked his whole damn life away and died of a broken heart
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<br />So where do we go from here?
<br />Do we leave it all behind?
<br />Do we walk away blind?
<br />And will we ever find a light at the end of this street
<br />
<br />Lately I’ve been having dreams
<br />Just like western movie scenes
<br />Hanging day, gallows overhead
<br />But I wake up in the nick of time
<br />Lying here to find that I’m
<br />Frozen to the sheets upon my bed
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<br />They’ll tell you opportunity
<br />Is simply nothing more to be
<br />In the right place at the right time
<br />But I’ve never been too lucky still
<br />I make it to the top of the hill
<br />And see there’s twenty more ahead to climb
<br />
<br />So for every wounded mother’s son left standing in the lurch
<br />And for every other wasted one who’s given up the search
<br />Who spoke their minds stood their ground and was gracious in defeat
<br />Who is relegated now live and die out on this street
<br />
<br />Where do we go from here?
<br />Do we leave it all behind?
<br />Do we walk away blind?
<br />Or will we ever find a light at the end of this street… (4X)
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<br />It’s a long, long road away from here
<br />And where it ends is never clear
<br />A long, long time to cover ground
<br />But never, never, never turn around<br /><br />