4. “Into Dust”

wandering valleys below the earth underneath my soul

sleeping in sunken fields, where no flowers ever grow

aching for relief from the pride we call faith

settling the land where love is too often safe

waiting for the storm to justify when i run

digging every grave before war is begun

escaping wherever i can from redemption's binding demand

creating noise to distract my way off the beaten path

recanting the love that i already gave

preaching only to those who've already been saved

sending every belief into affordable flight

leaving behind the sun to be my own light

waking up to the call that pulls me from my pain

needing any drug just to keep entertained

giving weight to the hope that loses all of the time

finding every hurt that sharpens the will to be blind

looking for any way out, except where i must give

dying to each sin as though the only means to live

blurring the line between what's easy and right

confusing righteousness with blood drawn in a fight

stealing what i don't need

selling what i don't own

i'll ride into the dust

of my transcontinental home