This Town is a Dust Bowl

Burn away this night 

I drink old sorrows down, 

They wait for me, clinging

I'm at the bottom of the bottle now. 

I raised to lips and poured for life 

Asking Hero for his advice. 

I'd tell him: 

"I was dead before yesterday, and tomorrow I'll be buried twice." 

"Take this m'boy, and run away, far away from the place which pains your mind. . ."

-But I need my medicine for today, so I can try not to lose my mind. 

I've dreamed the dreams worth dreaming that the world says are too big. 

Do you think this town's afraid that my dreams may someday live?