Empty Hands

The patriots hang flags outside That’s how they do it nationwide But back home we don’t care so much I might be wrong but that’s how it looks We listen to the sound of our minds I feel as though I’m losing time With hands of glory pushing rhymes Never been so far before I drove for days and weeks and more Hard shoulder where the chaos lies An invitation to the darker side I’m holding on, holding on as my life it slips away Spinning out my mind it twits More worries than I can seem to list I’ve served my purpose true and well but I haven’t yet got much to tell I listen to the panic in my nerves An agonizing journey home With empty hands I stand alone Face my family, face my friends I’d better turn around and try again I’m holding on, holding on as my life it slips away