Jon Valley The View From Hurt
After all your bridges… have been scorched to dust…
After you have betrayed… your last friend's trust…
Who you going to turn to?... who you going to turn to?...
I have seen your true face… I have seen your lies…
I have seen how you have left… bewildered by the wayside…
Anyone… who has tried to help you…
Anyone… who has tried to put it right…
You mount and ride, rough and dry… and then turn and fly…
It's been a long time… since you started running…
Town to town… one con to the next…
It's been a long time… since you started using…
Your friends up… just like cigarettes…
Lonely highway… lost highway…
Lonely highway… lost highway…
You always said… that you wished the world…
Was more filled with goodness and light…
More symbiotic deeds… but honey you just feed…
On all the charity you find…
You'd skin your own mother alive… for a cool five…
You are the sharks you rant against… in your new age diatribes…
You spend so much time… trying to glean dimes… from those you view as
Rich…
That honey you forget you can hitch… your own wagon… to your own
Star…
All I had… I would have given to you…
But that's not a license to steal…
A friend is not a fish to hook… on a rod and reel…
It's been a long time… since you started running…
Town to town… one con to the next…
It's been a long time… since you started using…
Your friends up… just like cigarettes…
Lonely highway… lost highway…
Lonely highway… lost highway…
Lonely road… endless road… broken road…
