darkness at the break of noon shadows even the silver spoon the handmade blade the child s balloon eclipses both the sun and moon to understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying pointed threats they bluff with scorn suicide remarks are torn from the fool s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn plays wasted words proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying temptation s page flies out the door you follow find yourself at war watch waterfalls of pity roar you feel to moan but unlike before you discover that you d just be one more person crying so don t fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear it s alright ma i m only sighing a question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy insure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not fergit that it is not he or she or them or it that you belong to although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools i got nothing ma to live up to for them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree who despise their jobs their destinies speak jealously of them that are free do what they do to be nothing more than something they invest in
['country rock', 'folk rock', 'roots rock']