Salt in the Wound - Delta Spirit, Elijah Thomson, Bo Koster

I want to disappear

Far from the folks I know

I want to get an answer

To why I was even born

No one here can tell me

What’s been haunting me all my life

Well, this rat race has left me limping

'Cause I balanced on the edge of the knife

Why am I here?

Oh, what should I do?

Well, is this the point I’m trying to prove?

If there’s a God in my head

Then there’s a devil too

How can I tell the difference

When they both claim to be true?

Maybe God is God

Maybe the Devil is me

Well, I just throw my chains on

And tell myself that I’m free

Chains, are they really there?

Is this just in my head?

Well, I’ll just stay in bed

Life sure has its meaning

Over years I have postured the sun

Thieves and preachers robbed me

For many hat that I’ve hung

Now with my heart wide open

I listen to the wind just for a word

Sure, I know it’s futile

But that’s all I have in this world

To look down from the hill and howl at the moon

All the tears I cried never salted any wounds

Well, the earth is so tender and cruel

Well, if you’re not there it’s still so beautiful