Faces

Some song lyrics that I wrote...

The rain is invisible to me
Until it hits the trees
I cannot see it

The sirens after the storm
Sound like toys, so they're not really real
If I say they're not

Yesterday I was driving to the city
I saw a face on a stretcher
I made myself look, but he was wearing sunglasses
So he's not real either

We sit safe here
There are no faces here
That we have to look at
We sit warm here
Out of the storm here
Our faces are buried in the sand

I saw a strange picture of a victim
Carrying cases of beer
They laugh and they scorn
But they've got cases of their own
In their fridges at home

There's a man who lives on a hill
Who knows not of the faces
He knows their color and he knows their balance
Maybe someday he'll know what hell is

He sits safe there
There are no faces there
That he has to look at
He sits warm there
Out of the storm there
Forever buried in the sand