Texty: Eliza Gilkyson. The Great Correction.

Down on the corner of ruin and grace
I?m growin weary of the human race
hold my lamp up in everyone?s face
lookin for an honest man
everyone tied to the turnin wheel
everyone hidin from the things they feel
well the truth?s so hard it just don?t seem real
the shadow across this land
people round here don?t know what it means
to suffer at the hands of our american dreams
they turn their backs on the grisly scenes
traced to the privileged sons
they got their god they got their guns
got their armies and the chosen ones
but we?ll all be burnin in the same big sun
when the great correction comes
down through the ages lovers of the mystery
been sayin people let your love light shine
poets and sages all throughout history
say the light burns brightest in the darkest times
it?s the bitter end we?ve come down to
the eye of the needle that we gotta get through
but the end could be the start of something new
when the great correction comes
down through the ages?.
down to the wire runnin out of time
still got hope in this heart of mine
but the future waits on the horizon line
for our daughters and our sons
I don?t know where this train?s bound
whole lotta people tryin to turn it around
gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down
and the great correction comes
don?t let me down
when the great correction comes