• out here in this nowhere town
    passing by all the fields of wheat and ash
    where every other building is a religious center
    men and women flock to them like maggots to days old meat
    savoring the respite religion provides from the daily drudge

    people here have all they need for the afterlife
    theyve loaded up on crosses and scriptures
    filling up all the pews in the churches
    filling up the 6-foot holes in the cemeteries
    giving up on this life and praying for a little sympathy in the next

    still i see no happiness
    every year the harvest gets worse
    and the trailer is running out of miles to move
    all of these broken, beaten people in this broken, beaten town
    everyone dying slow, dying fast, but dying all the same

    i pass the lone publix this rundown town has to offer
    a cream coloured building in an ocean of browns and grays
    graffiti brings beauty to the rusted old trains and gas stations
    a whirlwind of blase nothingness

    i dont know how to explain it
    but something in this small dirty village attracts me
    a feeling of peace. no hurry, no schedule, no deadlines
    it is calming compared to the cutthroat policies of the city
    no one is better off, and no one is worse off
    there are pros and cons. the same people living completely different lives

    what does it all come down to?
    what does it all mean?
    we are all racing the same race
    towards the same end
    only there are infinite ways to finish
    and everyones just trying to find their path
    their road to the eminent goal
    i wonder, out here in this nowhere town,
    where my own road will lead me