It seems like sometimes I walk in different circles of humans. The ones I know here are not the ones I know there. It may well be that you are the only link between two entirely disparate groups.
How did John Cash find Trent Reznor? Was it his children or his children's children? Was it the long-haired producer? Recorded shortly before his passing this song is as haunting today as it was then. People that might never ever hear or see the disturbing video made by Nine Inch Nails know this one instead. It is no less a testament of the pain of life and even the hope to overcome our failures. Or at least try again.
Then there are these boys. I'd be willing to bet a dollar that the Man in Black never set foot inside CBGB, but his song made it there. Courtesy of some fellas from Cali.
Then there is me. I walk with punks and poets. Priests and atheists are my friends. I call professors to ask them questions that the rednecks asked me. The Tea Partiers try to convince me they know better and I hammer them back with facts. I shake the hand of the man that is supposed to represent me but is more concerned with hunting hogs from a helicopter and he feigns interest, but I don't hold that against him. At least not until election time when I work for his opponent.
Outlaws and policemen are my kin. From the church to the bar room I have been a member. The conversation you have today with someone might be the only representative of your circles they ever get to see.
and this one just because it still makes me laugh and wonder
I couldn't hit it sideways.