old friend
your horse is ready to ride
when morning comes
from this church town
where damning rumors drip
from holy tongues
it won't go away
the fever
to find a scapegoat fast
and fix the blame
i know
you never meant to leave
the way you came
looking down
from their stained gla** steeples
they'll never know
why you had to run
ride as fast as you can
they're shooting to k**