Thrown to the Wild
Joseph G. Burns
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 method to this madness
No proof of sadness
Do you steer clear (ooh)
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 to the pain (ooh)
Do you steer clear
Wide glances in the cracked and dirty mirrors
One last time
Console the town and their future
As it slides away
