Bad Horizon-Marc Blackwell

It's a bad horizon that I'm staring at There's a long dark road leading back Regret is pushing me as the sun is shutting down Redemption can't be found here in this tired old ghost town It's a bad horizon, looks a lot like death It's a bad horizon, looming straight ahead The red looks like fire on black clouds rising up from hell It's a bad horizon, and I don't feel well My fears and failure ride shotgun seat As I'm driving home where she hates me A sandstorm hits my heart, I swear I can hear it moan My mind picks at my flaws like a vulture on dead bones It's a bad horizon, looks a lot like death It's a bad horizon, looming straight ahead The red looks like fire on black clouds rising up from hell It's a bad horizon, and this won't end well That lightning in the distance is the devil's electric chair Like a dead man walking, I'm headed there It's a bad horizon, looks a lot like death It's a bad horizon, looming straight ahead The red looks like fire on black clouds rising up from hell It's a bad horizon, and this won't end well