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WAIT TO LISTEN ~ BROKEN THINGS ALBUM ~ From the FEED THE DOG CD ALBUM ~ HOMEPAGE

Out of Sight
words and music copyright DK Bridger 2008

Why am I running?
Why am I here?
Iím not a white man,
Iím a white man in fear.

I saw the mountain burn.
I watched Thunder Crack.
I let the motor run
In the parking lot out back.
Give me a whiskey,
And a beer to chase it down,
And two cups of coffee.
Iím on the road, from out of town

My friend, the end is coming.
I know the time is right.
Can you hear the engines humming,
Over the hill and out of sight?
The horrors we are raining
On their children night and day.
Hide the proof with the bodies
In the desert, far away.

Iíll take a whiskey,
A beer to chase it down,
And two more cups of coffee
For the road out of town.

Why are you running?
Why are you here?
Youíre not a white man,
Youíre a white man in fear.

Do you see the page turn?
Can these be real love bites?
Now, itís too late to learn,
They took them away in the night.

Itís a lie the Indians are coming,
But you circled the wagons
And grabbed your guns.
I feel like I'm surrounded,
So the terror still goes on.

Why are we running?
Why are we here?
Weíre all white men,
Weíre white men in fear.

Looking over the wall
At conditions they kept out of sight.
I canít outrun the Czar,
But I can stand and fight.

Iíll take another whiskey,
And a beer to chase it down,
And two more cups of coffee
For the road out of town.

I'm running,
But now I'm here.
I am a white man.
Iím a white man in fear.

                                                                           ~ DK Bridger


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