Pacing to and fro, peeking through the window,
Disco music on the radio, I turn down the audio,
I hear gunfire in the distance.
Bullets piercing walls, crawling through halls, I call the police, but no help for me.
Resisting the urge to scream, I devise a scheme.
High beams illuminating asphalt, rock-roads, and cornfields.
Southern towns filled with friendly faces, warm embraces,
Life ain’t easy but it’s comfortable.
I need time to get my mind right, and sleep through the night,
No automatic weapons causing me fright.
I Want PEACE!