Blind Me

Headlights blind me

As I drive into the resurrection

She sings along as we cruise into

The greasy burger stand trying to

Scrape enough coin to feed the little ones

As cars criss cross the highway looking for

Their own redemption maybe if they can stay straight

But they drift off recessing into the dark alleyway

As a man walks along looking for lost money

The lights are bright at Walmart as

A local bicycle salesman closes for good because of them

Meet up at the Dollar General it’s our new Macy’s

Settle into Starbucks but I don’t have the money

Money on a gift card maybe it’ll be enough
If it’s not enough guess I gotta run

The headlights blind me from what I don’t want to see

They blind me from what I don’t want to be