Michael Ray Little: Music

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Look at those strangers-What are they carrying in those sacks?
I'd chase 'em down-But I'm afraid I'd never come back
Why is everything black?-Are we under attack?

Here in the darkness-Where everything's surreal
A cop in a rowboat-Said don't go near the hill
Out 'neath that brightest star-They load another car

Out here on the precipice-Where has everybody gone?
And where is the evidence-That we ever did belong?
This time they've gone too far-There goes another car

I miss my home-I'm all alone
What do they mean?
Why can't I scream?