Sam’s predicament

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Dean stood out with them grinding their axes
I came through the door, carrying our empty boxes
These homes we abandon; this story we pretend
Chasing a heaven at that rainbow’s end

You know brother someday we’ll be done with these dues
This engine will roar on a brand new fuse
But tonight all we do is sharpen our knives
Hit the road again for another of those drives

Now these hours we spend running in the woods
Our dreams hidden beneath these dutiful hoods
Act our role; pay the price of that age-old story
You know it’s us; we’re trapped in purgatory
But when I see the moon sore in its yellow light
I can’t remember if it’s dad’s or is this our fight

You know brother tonight I’m done with these dues
This engine’s rusty; tired of being a recluse
So I’m trading in this gun; giving up our old knives
Hitting the road alone, searching for my real drive

Now my years in Sleepsville, I walk these painted halls
Wear a mask and these scrubs; play a surgeon on call
Outside you roll; skidding through the past
Lock up that car; head straight for the bar
Yeah this job’s not a chore; but it ain’t my gift
In these visions at night; back with you I drift
Your head’s spinning Dean; wasted on the wine
There’s a truth in my blood; I can’t decline

So brother hand me my knife; I hope it ain’t blunt
Let’s hit the road again; get back on the hunt
There’s a world outside we can’t comprehend
No angels, no demons; just people and their bitter end

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2 responses »

  1. I really really like this. especially “So brother hand me my knife; I hope it ain’t blunt” and the last line. “No demons, no angels, just people and their bitter end.” and you – of course – show a real understanding of the character.

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