Far Cry

Exhale the smoke from the day’s last cigarette
Blow it out into the cold with my head spinnin with regret
And these hard lines are growin ever deeper on my face
Forgetting why I bum around this town in the first place
Chorus:
Well it’s a far cry from freedom
Between the rubber and the road
And I missed my turn to salvation
On I95 just north of Jericho
And well my momma cries to sleep at night
'Cause she don’t know where her young boy’s gone
And I look to the clouds, the sky is falling down
And I’m worried about my soul
You know my daddy thinks I’m haunted but only I know
And I’m as empty as my pockets and in search of the ghost
And all that I found was the echo of the emptiness inside
And the memories that were mine are cryin «devil, get behind»
Repeat choru
So put me on a Greyhound bus to Portland, Oregon
And throw me in some chains out on some prison farm in Georgia
And you can paint me on the Sistine Chapel with no clothes on
Or just break me on the rock that Moses stood on, sood on, yeah
Repeat chorus
Yeah I’m worried about my soul