Sunday Song IX - When you Need

Blood keeps drinking away
Certain of its destination
Driving through New Orleans at night
Gotta find a destination
Just one fix
Life keeps slipping away
Fighting in a war with damnation
Poised, keep cutting away
I’m looking in through to salvation
Just one fix
Like if I boarded a train
Trying to take in another station
Join us and the choice will be made
Unless we kill the lie as a nation
Just one fix