The Rockery - Western Addiction

I’m terrified to pierce the sky

Then sit at home and wonder why

Preoccupied with vanity and wealth

Well my body, attacks itself

Memories make you clutch your babies

Thank the Lord that we have the rockery

Collapse, unto the earthen floor

Think you’re heavy, I highly doubt it

Try walking through a pandemic

You’re gonna care where eagles dare

Decompose, see how you fare

Memories make you clutch your babies

Thank the Lord that we have the rockery

Collapse, unto the earthen floor

And it feels like none of this works

The quiet weight of snow or church

In the town known for soul

Warm sun and rock and roll

Forefathers sang the blues

Three mothers paced the room

Ghost cowboys, they glide the range

As serious as prayers on a plane

Gone slight as you clutch the cart

Feel shame, as you’re torn apart

Collapse, unto the earthen floor

Memories make you clutch your babies

Thank the Lord that we have the rockery

Cause those families don’t live here anymore