Ghosts of Appalachia

Calm me down as I look up into the face of what’s to come

I don’t like the way I’m feeling, my head’s reeling it’s enough

To make a man fear for his conscience

I’ve thrown caution to the wind and it’s gone

Like a friend on a jet in the sky when they’re set in their ways do or die 

You can bet I’m learning how fly

I’ve been patient, studious, and pensive in these trying times

But all my virtues are wearing thin and again, I don’t know why

It might be the ghosts of Appalachia 

The people you hurt come back and haunt ya

It’s enough to make a man fear for his conscience

I’ve thrown caution to the wind and it’s gone

Like a friend on a jet in the sky when they’re set in their ways do or die 

You can bet I’m learning how to fly

All these patterns like concentric circles wrap around my head

I’ve been looking for the exit signs from the comfort of my bed

It’s not enough to want the life I’ve always dreaming of living out

This time it’s personal, I’m going toe to toe with my self doubt

I have no fear of being honest

I’ve thrown apathy to the wind and it’s gone

Like a friend on a jet in the sky when they’re set in their ways do or die 

You can bet I’m learning how to fly

I’m learning how to die