Vince Colbert, The Fugitive's Eyes - Nothing to Show

I grew up roaming the barren fields
Kicking up dust and old bones
I'd drift on down to the Chonko's pond
And kill some more time skipping stones
And I've got nothing to show
I moved out west from the Keystone State
Thought I could make it alone
Some leather-bound prayers and a few sad songs
A handful of ash and some smoke
And I've got nothing to show
Down in the valley
The water is raging
And I see I'm losing high ground
I start to wonder if I am worth saving
I wanted to make you so proud
But we're long down the road
And I've got nothing to show
I sobered up every now and then
Wanted the best for my own
Then I looked inside, saw a lonely kid
Still hoping that dad would come home
But I've got nothing to show
I've got nothing to show

Written by:
Vincent Colbert

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