100 Miles

I see lightning strike they say it won’t come twice
I see tears roll down as they turn to cries
Hear you telling me not to feed my vices
I’m a hundred miles from where I should be

I see children they are locked up far from home
Dirty faces, nowhere left to roam
I see tired eyes that scream “what’s done is done”
We’re a hundred miles from where we should be

I see the writing on the wall
It’s a hundred milеs tall

I see jezebels and pistol shеlls on Main Street
I see shaken dreams and flying machines there too
I see sinking sands and wasted lands all rotting
Just a hundred miles from where I am standing

I see the writing on the wall
It’s a hundred miles tall

What a mess we’ve made of it
What a mess we’ve made