Go back, baby, the way you came
I made a trail to mark the way
Drops of wine and crumbs of flesh
Hurry back, child, before you're dead
I can't pretend now that you're alive
I know I'm dancing with the dead tonight
Heaving bodies in the front yard lights
They're easing off the glory of the truth denied
This little light of mine
Shine bright and blind the reaper's eyes
Hear you stomping on the tops of pines
We rest as d**h lays on his knife
The moon ain't pulling at the waves tonight
It's dragging me around just like it drug the tide
Oh, these great hands that pull my life
They drug me outside of y'all's house last night
Where I said
"Pack it up boys. Gather all your stuff
In this old money town, it's easy to get stuck."
I left the flashlights by the road
And an atlas to follow