Monday, December 1, 2008

Atone

Night moves, streetlight scatters through a tiny trickle of a raindrop
Light news, AM chatters crowd out the airwaves and there's no stop
So I drive on without getting to the meaning, believing I’m out here all alone
Where a thousand miles of wide-open highway won’t lead me home

So long have I wandered wondering how it would feel to give an answer
Silence, loud as thunder, her eyes eat through me like a cancer
How can I stand one more day here? How can I stand on my own?
I’m wearing the skin of a man but I haven’t the bones

Who knows who needs healing? This show of emotions closes early
She goes, never believing although I’m kneeling with her rosary
Every last wish has been spoken, every last bird has flown
I’ve sinned against the will of my heart and now I’m bound to atone


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