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You see nothing when you don't stand still
Keep running up a rising hill
No stalling for the stranger's cry
Where fallen may he ever lie
Let him sell his hard luck tale
To the dust of your winding trail
And keep what's hiding up his sleeves
For justice someone else believes
The men stand in a tidy row
Worn faces on reluctant show
As eyewitnesses with failing sight
Point to who they think it was that night
Too bad for the one on the end
Should have kept his shirt tucked in
Or maybe changed how he parts his hair
Cause for justice he'd not be spared
The whole world may know you have a case
But the offender left no trace
He's safe inside a cozy den
You're trapped out in the open
And each time a hope comes around
You walk by with your nose to the ground
And each time you shed a tear
It fills the unjust with more cheer
Justice could come at a cost
Pay up and at once it's lost
Justice could indeed be blind
Lets the wronged fall more behind
Got to be standing on your head
Before you can get a shred
Or wait starving for the bone they throw
Every half century or so
Got to be standing on your head
Before you can get a shred
Or waiting starving for the bone they throw
Every half century or so
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| © 2011. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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