I can’t wait To leave this state It’s a dirty boot Filled with hate

My last call To say goodbye Will build the wall To seal its fate

Since I’ve been here Things I’ve seen The dusty ground Returns to green

Where once were fields Where flowers bloomed The builders come To build our tombs

Highways built Twenty years ago Are so jammed up They can’t flow

Since I’ve been here Things I’ve done Burned away In the midday sun

Since I’ve been gone Tucked away My secret grows For another day