Well, pick up and giddy-up, sing the song of the western walk of trailblazers crossing the mountain rock And if I head west, well, then I guess this is my sacrifice, my gift to myself Along the way on these banks, i leave you, oh, i will leave you Cause I've had enough of this life and love And I could fill this river with blood and mistakes Oh, I could fill this river with blood and mistakes But there's only so much men can take Do you hear the walls and the floorboards singing sad songs? These songs are about you And these are your songs and this is my voice, the voice I gave them to sing you these words To remind you late at night, to think of all the things we'll never get to Do together and it is my fault, I wanna blame you but it's not true No, it's not true And now I hear the walls and the floorboards singing sad songs, these songs are about me And these are my songs and this is your voice, the voice you gave them the day you left me But they don't say much anymore, they just creak underneath my bare feet And let out sad notes with the weight of my lean I am alone, I am alone I am alone, I am alone And I could haunt this town for years to come And nobody will dare to come around Oh, I could haunt this town for years to come They'll all say underneath their breath: “Who could love a ghost like you? Who could love a ghost like me? Don't believe a word he say, that f**er's no martyr He's better off dead And I believe He got what he deserves Oh, I believe he got what he deserves Yes, I believe he got what he deserves Yes, I believe he got what he deserves”