Through the eyes of
The wicked and ******
I spot an old friend up the road
And come to see it's old brother Sam

On his head is an old straw hat
A pint of whiskey hanging from his right hand
As he walks he kicks up heavy clouds of dust
Thick as blood, reddish sand

But he quickly passes me by
Muttering something I can't seem to understand
And the look in his eyes are bloodshot & crazed
As if he had been walking in fire for days

I turn to watch him walk the road
Where he's headed I don't know
He whistles a tune as the whiskey bottle sways
Everyone around here knows they got to pay to play
But where he's going I know he'll be o.k.

I make my way home and sit up on my porch
And scan the sky hoping to see my ride
But no one comes so I go inside
Open a beer and think of old wandering Sam
Where he's going and what left he's got to hide

I wake up to a knock on my old screen door
I shake and stumble and fall to the floor
Shouting out, "Who is it? Why you wanting more?"
I see it's old Sam and I'm struck to the core
Getting up to greet him, I see my shirt is tore

He smiles as a greeting and he stands silent
The moon outside is pale and white lighted
And though I've known this man for many a year
I feel that he's different now and I start to fear
He only standing and staring, not coming near

I ask, "Are you alright, Sam, you want to come in?"
He stands, without blinking, not trying to begin
I empty my lungs and begin to close the screen
And he turns for the field like a victorious king
I turn the key in the lock and slip in the metal ring

I never did see old brother Sam again
Where he went I couldn't guess to begin
Yet as I laid in bed and fell off into sleep
Fluffing my pillow and pulling up the sheets
That whatever he was searching for
He would find one day and keep