Thrown to the Wild

Cold linoleum just seems to amplify

Every sob, every sound, every sigh

Down at the bus station waiting for the red-eye

Tears of a stranger no meth to this madness

No proof of sadness

Do you steer clear

Or do you turn around

Home's waiting like a motherless child

From the chaos we're thrown into the wild

In an instant it could all go away

Or we could choose to keep holding on the the pain

Do you steer clear

Wipe glances in the cracked and dirty mirrors one last time

Console the town and their future as it slides away