Wrecking Ball - Chris Pureka

I pushed it hard

That goddamn wrecking ball

And I waited for the weight to swing around but it never did

And the crows they fell

Around my eyes and still

No sign of that ball and chain

I pushed it hard

That goddamn wrecking ball

What kind of pendulum never comes back home?

You start to miss it some

The way you miss the rain

The way you miss the fighting when the war is won…

But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts

Is knowing just exactly what is wrong

And what I want, and what I want…

I miss the ghost trees

The weary midnight drives

The taste of loneliness in the air beyond the towns

I miss the resonance of those trigger words

That crazy one track mind

Sometimes I miss the cold…

But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts

Is knowing just exactly what is wrong

And what I want, and what I want…

I’m remembering the sunlight coming down in shades of blue

The sorrow of the aftermath tightening the noose

I’m thinking of the night that all the lights went out

And how I learned to see in the dark, in the dark, in the dark…

I pushed it hard, that goddamn wrecking ball

What kind of pendulum never comes back home?