Mathew Lee Cothran Washed Up
I am troubled, I am blinded
Feeling just like my father's son
Sometimes singing feels like lying
It feels like reaching for a gun
Times are desperate
Folks believing that the end is sure to come
Bad times always keep their promises
Always done and always undone
I walk meadows in my feelings
I see troubles come and go
Pain uplifted from my spirit
I fall freely to the unknown
Are we rivers flowing forever
From the moment we were born
To drift apart or come together
All "washed" upon heaven's shore?
