the Road

from A Nearby Phone Booth by Chris Williams

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lyrics

We’re lying in a stand of trees
We’re laying low
Where no one else could see us
Against the cold
But they could see our fire
Better hope no one comes by here
Let’s open that last can of hope
Glassing the frozen hillside
Think we’re alone
You see a plume of smoke rise
An abandoned home
I’m peering through the windows
Looks like there’s no one in there
Hold the gun while I kick the door

You cover that feeling
I’ll cover this hole
Let’s gather our things so we can
Get back on the road
Nothing left but embers
No match for the cold
It’s all for nothing
Unless we get back on the road

Confronting ravenous, bloodshot hungry eyes
Familiar stench as smoke rises against the sky
We’ve got just one more bullet
So we can’t make a move yet
Can’t let them lay one dirty finger on the boy

You cover that feeling…
I’ll cover this hole
Let’s gather our things so we can
Get back on the road
Nothing left but embers
No match for the cold
It’s all for nothing
Unless you get back on the road

We reached the water and it’s dead and black as oil
There’s a ship that’s overturned; I’ll
swim out to explore
We need more provisions
I should go back in there
You need enough to last until I’m
gone

Your mother couldn’t stand to see the brutal, harsh decline
Without the hope that she would see a new sun rise
If you find one good person
I want you to stay with them
Counting on you to keep our dream alive

You cover that feeling…