"Some Mother's Son"

Sparks and flares
coming from a gun
Blowing away
some mother's son
Screech of tires
and the setting sun
Left to die
some mother's son
Lived by the sword
and barrel of his gun
What to do?
She cradled her son
weeping, oh she weeps
(do I weep? do you?)
Wisps of smoke 
wafting from a gun
What was it?
Just some mother's son

"Highways"

I'm tired of straight roads
that don't lead anywhere
I'm tired of people saying
I should "go there"
when I'm just plain lost

(Why doesn't anyone listen?)

Emotions run high
on this mercurial run
Will you be leaving me
when you're done?
This map I'm holding
it doesn't mean a thing
I can't make out the lines
to take my empty whine

(Why doesn't anyone care?)

Tired waiting
Tired asking
questions that bring no answers
Waiting for my hearse
I'm just messed-up
Run out of luck
Just tired of going
in circles
On nonexistent highways
on a worn-out roadmap