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