E.T.A.

Look back at the end of the day

See the tides are rising

We all caught a wave

No telling who’s bound to behave

If it’s good to believe 

If it’s dumb, to run away

Her man made it all the way

Through rivers of mud

And the lock on the gate

Though he won’t catch a word that you say

He can build your houses

and work through the rain

At the end of the day, we’re all wading 

At the end of the day

One more vote, let it go like smoke

You can huff all you want 

But you’re boxing a ghost

Cold cash in the hand that feeds

While a river of blood

warms up to your knees

At the end of the day, we’re all wading

At the end of the day, we all wait

C’mon I’ll take you down, we’re going there

The barrel of a gun through a classroom door

Wolves that dress like sheep that sleep while they count on you not to run

C’mon I’ll take you down, we’re going there

Lookin’ back, its the end of days

All signs ignored 

From within the malaise 

My blinders fill me with rage

I’m a hollow heartache 

I’m half of the man, I say that I am

At the end of the day . . . 

We spoke of American Dreams

With a whisper of hope, but it’s not what it seems

These days when you want to thrive

You must step on those just trying to survive

I roam through a slave-wage phone

Numbing every sense that could say I’m alone

Staring back at the face in the black

Singing words that I wrote to make up for the faith I lack

At the end of the day, we’re all wadin’

At the end of the day . . .