It will morning in America tomorrow, bright and dark blinding to my sight Barn doors will creak and clang, as the sun rises to beat back the fright
Over so far away by the truck stop across the track, hearts pounding- minds foaming working the night. Mothers in the countryside drowning in right. Mothers in the city grieving at sunlight
Big time Big Times sucking from the blood-soaked pipe, All over everywhere mouths open only to drown down tight. Living with the feeling that your head could not deal with the slack, Knowing somehow nothing could hold back the fear coming back
It was night last week when the hold on my heart broke down. The park was all sunburned and the trees bent all around. That’s when I knew for fact that you could not mend the past; you just had to let the eagle swoop down – time to show some class.
Because when it’s morning in America tommorow nothing will last.