Where are they going
Where will they be found
What are they looking for
Before theyÂ’re buried in the ground

What journey are they on
What missive to deliver
IÂ’m Standing in the cold
and IÂ’m starting to shiver

Watching this parade
Wondering whoÂ’ll be first
Feeling a terrible hunger
and having a terrible thirst

WhatÂ’s the answer
Where will it be found
Will I find my prize
Before IÂ’m buried in the ground

Searching the passing faces
hoping for a touch
looking for religion
hoping for a crutch

where am I to be bound
as I join the stream
seeking myself
before IÂ’m buried in the ground

when I look deep in my heart
and IÂ’m not sure I like what IÂ’ve found
can I ever change it
before IÂ’m lost and pushed down

shut your laughing hole
and stop your snickering
who are you making your bargain with
with who are you dickering

you make believe
you like what youÂ’ve found
youÂ’ve bought your truth
like treasure buried in the ground

Where are we going
Where will we be found
What are we looking for
Before weÂ’re buried in the ground

Where are you going
Where will you be found
What are you looking for
Before youÂ’re buried in the ground

03/04/2008

Author's Note: I’m sittin on the back porch Looking over the meadow I’m thinking I see something moving Down over yonder Deep in the woods Moving through the trees Yep, there goes another one Another one Like others I’ve see before I used to wonder where they were going so strong ‘cause their face was set With no real direction But they seemed to be makin good time

Posted on 03/04/2008
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