Free (7_23_2025)

Wickedjohnandthedevil

What did we give away for the things we have?
I don’t see any place I haven’t been before
But the faces I hold in my mind when I’m drifting off to sleep
Are as free as anything could be

When all the dollar stores have vanished in the flood
Do you think you’ll trust the hand extending out above?
If I look too closely into he face of another
It makes me cry every time
I’m not sure quite why

I can’t be free if there’s no you and me
And by you I mean any motherfucker
That looks back at me
And I’ll keep my hands free
And my pockets empty
If you’ll sift through the wreckage
All that awful debris