I was driving to Cleveland that morning, for work. Cleveland, Texas, that is. I was somewhere around Votaw when I started hearing the news coming over the radio (probably the same show Music Man was listening to.) Then my wife called. She was at home sick that day with our children, and she filled in some details from what she had seen so far on TV. She was afraid the country was under attack or something, and urged me to come home.
At that moment, everything seemed kind of surreal to me. I had pulled my Trooper over to the side of this empty, rather desolate farm road (FM 787?) to take the phone call. The location where I'd pulled over, there wasn't a car or a house or a building (or any people) in sight. I got out of my vehicle and stood in the middle of the road, which was cut through the forest there, with tall pine trees all around. I was basically out in the middle of the woods, not to say nowhere. And half a continent away, in the biggest metropolis in the country, planes were flying into buildings that were collapsing onto people who were dying in the streets. Literally, all hell was breaking loose, and at that point I had no idea of the scope of it. I was standing there in the still and quiet, looking up at a sliver of sky, alone in the piney woods, 9/11 in NYC could have been a million miles away.
So I got in the Trooper, and turned it around. And drove back home,. Back to reality.
We've met a lot of great men who weren't so great
We've seen modern day saviors who couldn't even stop the rain
We've heard the word of God from a surface-to-air missle
And felt the hand of Allah from a hijacked plane
We've seen the fire in the sky in the morning light
We've seen the buildings tumble into the maw of the city
And when the dust cleared and there was nothing left
We saw the sun setting down on the horizon, so pretty
Me and my doppelganger, we're alike, you know
Wherever I wander, that's where he goes
We don't take no crap, we don't pay no mind
We just thank sweet Jesus for the sweet sunshine