All the troubles of my world they just wont let me be.
My feet fall firmly between the rails for this track I chose to take.
But, my longing for the rural life sometimes make my heart ache.
The city..traffic..urban sprawl, that’s where I spend my days.
Its sure a beating on my soul, a never ending haze.
My work, the thing that brings me here is mundane and full of strife.
The reward for this is money… that’s how I view this life.
To be honest this thought is maddening. I’m scared ill lose my mind.
I’ve got to figure out a way to change this piss poor grind.
My refuge..Gods creation! The rivers, creeks, woods and fields.That’s where I spent my youth.
Its where I want my children raised.Its where I know what’s truth.
That’s it ! I’m done!! I’ve had enough!!! All this concrete can kiss my ass!!!!
I’m going to figure out a way to get back to my past.
Now I’m not talking jumping tracks. That’s no way to make a stand.
But, I will damn sure bend the rails when I play my next hand.