"MAJESTY"
Words and music by Owen Thomas & Jim McCormick.
©2009 Spin The Dradle Publishing, ASCAP/
Warner Chappell Songs, BMI.
-Released on the Trust Incorporated digital box set
Stoppin' On A Dime:
Live & Rare 2000-2010, June 1 2010.
Click here to download.
V1.
Empty homes and open lots.
Storefront windows on the closed-up shops.
It still reads "Josey Wales" on the old marquee.
It's run-down, small town majesty.
Soybean fields cut into the sun
In a part of the world that was never young.
The whole sky burns like a jubilee
Over labored, sweat-drenched majesty.
CHORUS:
There ain't no rags to riches, only rags to rags.
But you can't forget the should've been's, and could've had's
So you figure out how to make the most of what's in reach
And find the next little glimpse of majesty.
V2.
The churches stand, but the got no use.
The kids would rather cruise down to where the girls get loose.
They confess their sins and they bow their knee
To their drugged-out, drunken majesty.
CHORUS:
There ain't no rags to riches, only rags to rags.
But you can't forget the should've been's, and could've had's
So you figure out how to make the most of what's in reach...
You gotta make somethin' from nothing to be anything at all,
And hell, man, even then it's still the luck of the draw.
You want to quit sometimes, but you keep on digging deep
And find the next little glimpse of majesty.
V3.
The roads are dirt and the weeds are thick.
Some of us are saints, some of us are pricks.
It's the cruelest land, but I guess to me
It's the next best thing to majesty.
