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HIGHWAY TO PURGATORY
Down a desolate desert highway
Nothing except indian paint brush, cactus, and sand
Here I am talking to myself yet my mind has nothing to say
At 130 degrees wondering how anything can survive in this sun scorched land
65 mph and the body of this old vette are all that keep these demons at bay
Alone out here, insanity and lonliness seem to go hand in hand
Clouds of white smoke escaping from under a fiberglass hood
Knowing not where I am, havent seen another soul for days
Knowing only that which I was born with, caring not whether bad or good
Memories of a neglected child, living now in a drunken haze
To myself I understand, to everyone around me I am misunderstood
So here I sit broken down as on the radio Led Zepplin plays
Twilight comes as the battery dies
Lights go dim as desert shadows roam
Knowing the road I've travelled, yet knowing nothing of what lies ahead in midnight's disguise
Having no place to call my own, where I lay my head is where I call home
Beyond the mountains as I look, a crimson moon begins its steady rise
By night the road is a bluish-gray, yet by day the heat makes it look like chrome
Towards the mountains and the crimson moon I walk
Having nothing to lose; what have I to worry
As footsteps turn heavy to a weary mind I talk
As I walk mile after mile caring not, being that I am in no real hurry
Knowing for certain that come morning light my body will be lined in chalk
For this is the path I have chosen, my highway to purgatory
But right now as I walk I am waiting for my judgement
Shadows and demons in scarlet light they surround me
From days long past the man that used to be, nothing is left but a remnant
Of this life that flashes before my eyes, my transgressions are all that I see
For I know that the one that waits will be wanting in full, his payment
Keeping the one thing of any value, my soul, and casting away the rest of me
Looking around there is no escape from my final resting place
It is almost like standing outside your house and looking through a window to see within
Staring down at my corpse I no longer recognize my own face
Finally paying my toll, atonement for every sin
As the final seconds countdown; no more mercy, no more grace
No longer to look to future, only to the past seeing where Ive been
copyright jas 2007
