Far Cry

Exhaling the smoke of the day’s last cigarette
And blow it out into the cold of my head spinning with regret
These hard lines are growing ever deeper on my face
Forgetting why I bum around this town in the first place

CHORUS
And well it’s a far cry from freedom between the river and the road
When I miss my turn to salvation on I -95 just North of Jericho
And my mama cries to sleep at night
Because she don’t know where her young boy’s gone
And then I look to the clouds, the sky is falling down
And I’m worried about my soul
Yeah I’m worried about my soul

And my daddy thinks I’m haunted but only I know
That I’m as empty as my pockets and in search of a ghost
And all that I found is the echo of the emptiness inside
And the memories that remain are crying “Devil, get behind!”

CHORUS
Come on, save my soul Sammy

So take me on a Greyhound bus to Portland Oregon
And throw me in the chains out in some prison farms in Georgia
And you could paint me on the Sistine Chapel with no clothes on
Or just break me on the rock that Moses stood on

CHORUS

(words by James Wilson, music by James Wilson and Sam Wilson)
copyright 2006 Joey S Arm Publishing/Green Gates Publishing