Chasing Crystal

 

It was four thirty in the morning and after a cold wintry night

I was headed out on Texas Highway 302

When I stumbled upon the old light house number 992

Where sirens were blasting way into the night

Where the crowd that was forming consisted of everyone that I knew


Gunfire ringing out and blue lights flashing and brightening up the skies

I could hardly believe my own two eyes

Just across the old two lane thruway near the light house

The loud sounds of laughter now turn to screens

Young and old, mothers and fathers and even teens
The mayor’s spouse, even the local beauty queen
All amped up on a cheap high
Called Sugar, Devil Dandruff, Rosebud
White lady, Crystal Meth and Rocky Mountain High

 

Hanging on to life by tiny threads

The town that I cling to is now full of broken bodies and meth heads

Parking lot full of cars

And Texas PD was waiting to put them all behind bars

Their lives in shambles, and now in handcuffs

Heads hanging low and headed for jail

And in the morning they will all try to make bail

 

When I saw what had become of my best friend

Once a little shy of a buck and a quarter

And now seventy-five pounds soaking wet and trying to get clean

Trying to make amends

For the children she let get taken away

And for the father who had turned her and their lives into disarray

 

Who will be there to field the blame?

Cause a little girl needs her momma

And a little boy needs his papa

And when that sickness takes hold

Who will be there to carry their load?

 

Cause grandma is much, much too old

Cause in the hinter lands and tiny towns

Crystal Meth has left us with generation of lost souls

Souls without love and guidance

That will not have a chance at a good life

Whose hopes will be dashed and

Whose futures will be filled with despair and strife

Have we no shame?

Who will field the blame?

 

For when the seasons of life are shortened for us

And we pray that we make it through the winter

With any luck we will get through the spring

When the sounds of children laughing and playing

Gives us something to hang on to

 

Cause we know that our arrogance

And reckless ways will silence the music

And end the dance for a generation or more

And when that sickness takes hold

Who will be there, to carry their load?

 

Cause grandma is much, much too old.

For when we are ready to draw our last breath

And the drums that carry the news of our untimely demise

Will take on a new meaning

A meaning that carries a

Dreaded message that we will come to despise

 

The last memories that our babies

Will have are of us are the footsteps

Of the funeral march and not of 

 The heartbeats that gave them life

Cause in the hinter lands and tiny towns

 

Crystal Meth has left us with

A generation of lost souls

Souls without love and guidance

Who will not have a chance at a good life

Whose hope will be dashed and

Whose futures will be filled with despair and strife

Have we no shame?

Who will field the blame?

 

Comments:
 
vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 5/7/2008 10:19:22 AM
I love lyrics about modern day problems...the things that we all need see. Definitely opens eyes and minds!

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 5/2/2008 1:45:18 PM
This song tells a great story. I can totally hear this on the radio.

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