Lyrics

I’ve been down every highway
That runs through this old land
Talked to every preacher
Talked to every man
When you look into the mirror
It’s my face that you see
I sit upon your shoulder
You can’t deny it’s me

I’m the wind that blows across the fields
And stirs up all the dust
Leave a smudge upon your face
As I leave in wanderlust
You’ve got these bad, bad feelings
That drive you like a storm
Try to sleep away the truth
And you hope it’s gone by mourn

Chorus:
Yes you say you know me
You know just who I am
As you sit in church on Sunday
Chastising every man
Who does not match a certain color
or walk the way you do
Yes, I am your conscience, and I’m judging you

I used to matter so much more
So many years ago
Like froth upon the water
That pushes up against the shore
I’ve died in many souls
As they walk their holy land
Like the tide that gently flows away
and leaves a flattened sand

Maybe I’ll come back to you
Surprise you in your sleep
Like hot breath upon your shoulder,
like a shadow in a scene
I’m not really gone for good
And if you hear the words I’ve said
Maybe you can find me and raise me from the dead