It's all gone to hell
The promise hanging by a thread
I'm packing up and going home
Did Abraham flinch at the road ahead?
What's that you say - it's in my head?
It's hard to hear when I look around
Trampled like an empty box on the ground
But Abraham trusted the blessed sound
I thought there was a plan?
Places to be - things to do man
Hitch-hiking down an endless line
Abraham waited way past time
I want to help - I really do
Saving for a rainy day
Just need a little for myself
Abraham ready to give it all away.