We found your name across the chapel door
Carved in cursive with a table fork
Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been
The shaking preacher told the captain's man
The righteous suffer in a fallen land
And pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in
We found your children by the tavern door
With wooden bu*tons and an apple core
Playing house and telling everyone you'd drowned
The begging choir told the captain's man
We all a**ume the worst the best we can
And for a round or two they'd gladly track you down
We found you sleeping by your lover's stone
A ream of paper and a telephone
A broken bow across a long lost violin
Your lover's angel told the captain's man
It never ends the way we had it planned
And kissed her palm and placed it on your dreaming head