Where have you run? Are the walls still on your mind?
Where could you possibly go, expecting to find something?
Do you realize you are bound to hit the floor?
Do you realize that the walls you make and the places you stay
Will get beaten by the wind and erode?

The ones in danger who are down on their luck
Get picked up at the crossroads in a pickup truck
The driver, concealed, speaks real slow
He says, “There is trouble at the end of this road...”