The City

As I drive toward the city, I wonder, "Is this where he wanted me to go?"
I drive into the city, and wonder, "Isn't this where he said it would be?"

A mile in the sky they pass me by:
Thousands of people everywhere; faceless, no colors.
Thousands upon thousands of faces who have no idea, no answers.
Fear stirs me as I cry out, "Is this where he left it for me to find?"

Perfect, he slipped it slipped into the great plains wasteland just weeks before he died.
The wars that he caused didn't kill people, they killed the will.
Thousands of faceless people stare and ask if I'm doing okay.
I feel so out of place, or out of mind or whatever, I don't even know anymore.

But I'll keep searching, I'll keep looking for that place.
He said it would be there and god I hope it is.