The Southern Fold

Death Country

We walked along a rocky road 
through the trails and the trials, 
We had seven hells to crawl through but we did it with style.
Yea, we did it with style.

And there were reasons left to believe in,
There was time left to lose,
There was true to life and death country and broken hearted blues, 
There were broken hearted blues.

The wayward path you're walking on, 
That hard life in your hands, 
You can plan it all to watch it burn or leave it to chance, 
You can leave it to chance.

And the one thing that you're offering, 
That heart on your sleeve,
You can make it real and make it true
But you'll still watch it bleed,
Yea, you'll still watch it bleed.

All the songs you sing and love,
All the lines that end in rhyme,
You can read between the lies and truth
and understand, in time.
Hold onto the promises of what you thought was real,
You could spend your whole damned life being a slave to this dream.
To this dream.

So you numb yourself so you'll forget
All this falling down in vain,
Well, the soul of man may never die
But it sure does feel pain.
It sure does feel pain.

And the wind, it blows into your face,
And the air is hard to breathe,
Every man should know when it's time to stay,
And when it's time to leave.
When it's time to leave.

Romance in Morphine 

You're alone again, 
Sick to death,
The night is coming in,
Casting shadows on your broken heart, 
She turned away, 
There's no romance in morphine.

You're so in love with her,
She brings you hell
with heaven knows her lips.
She's cold and dead, 
There's no romance in morphine.

And every day you long for something more,
You chase the high you'll never find. 
Do you shoot alone 
to die alone?
Believing lies, 
Regretting life.

Now you waltz with her, 
Breathe her in. 
She's beating in your heart, 
Shooting poison arrows in your blood, 
She stole your soul, 
There's nowhere to begin

Every winding road, 
Setting sun, 
Fading through your days, 
Every time will be your last love, 
She has her ways,
There's no romance in morphine. 

Brand New Day 

I'm not a man given to dissension 
Just wake me up, give me some direction, 
I'll go, and follow the path that leads
and be thankful I live and breathe.

I'll give you everything I own,
Give you my heart, give you my soul,
Tell you about everything I know
and share my life with you.

Now here's a soul in need of redemption, 
another chance,  a true ascension
into hope and a brand new day
and the promise of believing.

Now I'm not a man given to religion, 
I know myself,  make my own decisions, 
Follow in the words of truth once spoken
by a man in the spirit of love.

I'll pick you up in times of trouble,
Forgive you all that you regret.
Heal you when you're starved and broken,
Don't you forget the pain that's mine.

May never another lie be told,
Never another heart grow cold,
Never another wind be blown in the name of hate and war.
Never another dream be broken,
Never another lie be spoken,
Never another life be taken by the hand of the human heart.

Home From the War 

Doing the best with what you feel,
Reaching out for what is real.
Finding your place the best you can,
Holding on for your last stand.

I want to be there yesterday.
I want to change everything.

I shook hands with your soul,
A spirit once young but always old.
We found a reason not to lie,
We fought the war from the inside.

Nearly lost everything but the truth,
It's written in the pages of our youth.

Now, war is over.
Your war is over.

I watched you die away inside,
Bathed in the tears your soul had cried.
Beaten down by all the years,
The weight of your pain, disappointment, and fear.

It's not the same anymore,
The soldier's gone home from the war.

Not on my Side

Beaten down by the upper hand,
That fatal match struck on demand,
Tonight that fire is burning bright.

Every time's gonna be the last,
A vow I made to make myself stand,
Until I fell down to this high.

So give me what I crave the most,
I've made my choice to be a ghost
to all I've loved and dreams I've left destroyed. 
I've been hooked up this way before, 
I know the rules, I know the score,
How the end will be,
How time's not on my side.
Not on my side.

That heavy feeling bearing down,
The fight in me is wearing down and now it's got me on my knees.
That feeling crawling in my blood,
That feeling I both hate and love,
My own faithful pet disease.