Highway 95, cutting through the trees
On the border of North Carolina, paper mill on the breeze
Here I took my first ten steps, dreamed by first big dreams
In this milling town full of dying dreams
This house is where I saw my family transform
From a circle of support… to something else
Unemployment hanging low… racism on the breeze
Cocaine out by tracks where I used to play
Neighbors used to wave and smile, now their raided by the DEA
This quiet col-de-sac, has quickly been replaced
By a circle of despair, sidewalks cutting through the overgrown trees
Men who held their palms outstretched, now a shadow of who they used to be
So we packed ourselves, put our things in the rental truck
And moved to the north…
When I see you, don’t look upset
At this life that some call wrecked
We’re only as strong as we imagine ourselves to be