Going Home

"No names have been changed in order to protect the innocent. Angels protect the innocent as a matter of Heavenly routine."

~Kurt Vonnegut - Bagombo Snuff Box~

This song is autobiographical. Or auto-biographical. Kurt would know which is correct. (Kurt Straube...but Kurt Vonnegut would also know...but he's dead)

I been mixing up chemicals to make me right
Something for my head but I still want to drive
I guess I’m headed home now, little further down the road
I’ve been gone too long, I’m headed home
I’ve been gone, I’ve been gone
I’ve been gone too long, I’m headed home

Gasoline and neon signs burning through the night
Tunnel vision and stale air blowing through my mind
The road is real lonely, when it’s only the car and me
But I know I been down this stretch before
I’ve been down, and I’ve been out
But I know I been down this stretch before

But all the traffic signs
They tell me to slow down
But I don’t trust the symptoms till I break
I don’t want to take this pill
Because I know it makes me ill
But it’s the price I pay to see another day

I see a child on the side of the road, with a skinned up knee
Blood soaked gauze as she looks at me
She’s been busted up fell fate to gravity
She tried to climb too high, just like me
Next time she won’t look so high, won’t risk the fall
Next time she probably just won’t try at all

I see children being left behind all around this town
Mothers working extra shifts for a girl’s prom gown
No money’ not an issue, when you’ve got too much
But we just try to help each other by
Yeah we’ve been cold, and we’ve been hungry
But we just try to help each other by

Baby cries through endless nights, just down the hall
I think of what my mamma did, and she did it all
We never missed a meal, lucky as we were
I don’t think I’d have nothing if it weren’t for her
Oh sure we fought, we had it out real bad
but I don’t think I’d have nothing if it weren’t for her