"The Reckoning"

Goin' to California
Suitcase in my hands [bad word] away a boy
When you can walk away a man

Pride [bad word] to find you
In your hopes and in your dreams
Like a thief who tells his lover
He’s got one last thing.

Cause I can see the shadows
At the foot of my door
I can see the faces
That don’t doubt us anymore
I can see [bad word] I pray I don’t go blind
In the middle of our reckoning time

Easy is a refuge
And it’s an easy place to be
But when the sun shines on you
What will the whole world think

Cause I can see the shadows
At the foot of my door
I can see the faces
That don’t doubt us anymore
I can see [bad word] I pray I don’t go blind
In the middle of our reckoning time

Woah 
Woah
In the middle of our reckoning time

The nature of the broken
Spirit of the chosen
We stand alone
journey through the purpose
The weight of when it’s worthless
The roads don’t show
In the middle of our reckoning time

Goin’ to California
Suitcase in my hands [bad word] away a boy
When you can walk away a man