"Salem"
Wheeling through the limits
Listening to the local music
Eyeing mountains high and tall
Wondering what it’ll be like when they fall
Hills slanted like misunderstanding
Hoping to get a smile out of anything
I need love right now
I hate being this down
Rolling through the town
Highway bound
Trees crawling slowly
To the highway knowing
They’ll put a human out
Of their misery, but trees don’t think
Could it be an act of witchery?
Trying to get a grasp on reality
Saving myself from fast fatality
Don’t need to be hung for my beliefs
So I won’t speak, then silently retreat
Innocence is tinted black apparently
Hospitality forbidden back since the fifty’s.
