Roadside Justice

24 August 2014, 2:34am

In front of the firing line
You’ll look up at the blue sky
And we’ll trace the route to each other’s eyes

In the wake that’s left behind
As the sounds of the gun shots die
You’ll leave this world with your head held high

Don’t look for justice at the side of the road
Don’t trust the crowd
We are on our own

You will live in the memory of birds
The wind will carry your words
Your dreams will serve as my alibi

Truth is a lonely place
Lonely as a human race

Don’t look for justice at the side of the road
Don’t trust the crowd
We are on our own

In the wake that’s left behind
As the sounds of the war drums die
We leave this world with our heads held high

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