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 meth to this madness
No proof of sadness
Do you steer clear
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 the the pain
Do you steer clear
Wipe glances in the cracked and dirty mirrors one last time
Console the town and their future as it slides away
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