Hard Times - The Wild Feathers

Hard wind, no matter where I turn

Hard wind, like a wildfire burns

Cold eyes lookin' back at where I’m from

Western skies have been chasin' down the sun

I sold my ticket to this one-track mind

I see for miles 'cause I have opened my eyes

Windows down and the street lights aglow

Pain clouds the stories of my home

White smoke comin' to set me free

I’m hollow I got nothing left to bleed

I sold my ticket to this one-track mind

I see for miles 'cause I have opened my eyes

I kissed the interstate and left it all behind

I tried to tell myself to let it go

This weight I carry’s gettin' hard to hold

One thing’s for certain, I’m never comin' back