Sam’s predicament

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

The life of Dean Winchester – Part 2

In the woods out there at night

I sit cold; but there is no fright

The rustling leaves, the fading moon

You say it’s a story that’s been told

But baby this is a whole new tune

Some days are about the search

Demons and dust, love’s wicked lust

Down the road there lies a church

Who knows who’s right

Who knows what’s just

I watch you move, turning the pages of life’s book

A tale you weave; a chance I took

They say it’s wrong; no one’s that strong

But through the fire alone, honey you learn where you belong

So I cock the gun and split a round

The ghosts of choices haunting our highways

Right now it’s here; tomorrow a new town

What can I say; there are days and then there are days

The life of Dean Winchester

Sometimes I wake up and baby I feel I’m blessed

Then I look in the mirror and there’s a smile that never lets me rest

So honey I steal my eyes

I know in life there’s always a price

Some things are precious, like the flowing sands of time

Then there’s people like me, who never learn how to fall in line

So I walk out tall; darling there are days when even angels fall

You say the road ahead is one that’s been defined

And then I wonder if it’s destiny

Or nothing more than a blind man’s epiphany

I see God high above; sitting quiet behind a glass door

I wish He could touch, so I impress

And then I count the sacrifice, without a cry, without even a roar

But baby there are rules that even He can’t transgress

At night I lay in my bed warding the truth; it’s such a wicked curse

You talk about the waves and their sweet, sweet caress

I pray for eternity; honey all that time does is test

And then I see you smile; maybe where we are it’s for the best

(FYI: Dean Winchester is a character from the brilliant TV series Supernatural. And yes I am a Supernatural junkie…)