Dry County
The burning sun
Beating on my back.
A horrible memory
Stuck like a tack.
Betrayed and delayed
Injured and displayed.
What more could go wrong?
My friends have already gone.
What did I do?
Where did I go?
Can you find out?
Do you already know?
My eyes close
And I rest my head.
How I long for sleep,
Sleep in my own bed.
It's all too much!
I can't take it anymore!
Everything is dust
And life is a chore.
How I long to speak,
How I long to be spoken to.
What more can I ask?
But those days are through.
I need water,
I need pain.
I need shelter,
I need rain.
But most of all
I need a friend...
And maybe a friendship
That will not end.
1995
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