Looking at the Face

From Tennessee songwriter Chris Floyd. For more music, see http://www.myspace.com/wheelofheaven. For political prose, see www.chris-floyd.com. Lyrics:

Well it seems like heavy weather
Is coming down the line
The air is thick and soupy
Like wading through deep brine
All along the far horizon
The sky is turning black
But this road has got no exit
And there ain't no turning back

I keep looking at the face
That keeps staring back at me
The hard and haunted visage
Of my mortality.

I kissed her in the morning,
Said I'd be back by Sunday noon.
But someone else came calling
By the light of yonder moon
They buried her in Shreveport
Before I got the news
She was in the wedding dress she cherished
And her only pair of shoes

A hundred thousand years they've tried
To break out of this fate
They've painted on the cave walls
They've passed the offering plate
They've raised their great cathedrals
They've slaughtered and they've burned
But still the black corona flares
At every single turn

I keep looking at the face
That keeps staring back at me
The hard and haunted visage
Of my mortality.

© 2010 by Chris Floyd

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[mikeinportc]

Another good one, Chris. Depressing , but good . :)