Night falls on the outskirts of town

One day older than this morning

Feel like a visitor in my skin

Very same one I was born in

I’ve got a head full of big ideas

And a pocket full of zero

Tonight I may be the black cat in your road

Tomorrow I might be your hero

 

I’ve been the victim of my own bad attitude

More than I care to mention

Thought the worst of the best people I know

I lost track of my intention

Better me have some faith

And sometimes have to doubt it

Than to have to face another day entirely without it

 

I’ve seen the poison of suspicion

And mistrust so much recently

In situations providing opportunities

To treat one another decently

I’ve seen compassion and forgiveness

Generosity and kindness

At times and in places

I would least expect to find this

 

I’m watching the trucks roll by

From the balcony of an old hotel

A town that once welcomed me sweetly with open arms

Sold me down the river into hell

Time to disengage

Time to hit the road

Make peace with the dealer and the danger

Uncertain who stands to gain the most to gain

The healer or the changee or the changer