The Healer

The idling trucks, the idle man
The widening streets, the widening lens

        To a suitable house, on a suitable street
        Amusements nearby, an escape from the heat

What you lookin’ for, Asa... what you lookin’ for?

A quiet place, a sense of strength
The touch of a lover, the respect of men

        The price of food or the pride of your hands?
        The wild of the mountains, the distance within

What you lookin’ for, Asa... what you lookin’ for?

The weathering signs, the cracks in the streets
A key to the door, a chance to compete

        Oh, it’s fuel for the fire
        
It’s a long lost dream
        Oh, humility
        It’s the song of the meek

What you lookin’ for, Asa... what you lookin’ for?
So, you think you can heal us, Asa? I’d like to see you try!

Come on and heal me