Jeffrey Foucault - Train to Jackson lyrics

Dead before the sun could rise I stole the silver off my lover's eyes Rolled out on the dark demise Of midnight's breaking day Born full grown and raised up wild All mortal bones and pa**ions piled Upon my head the blessed child The father of the man I cut my hair and caught a train to Jackson I took a name and found the range Where a voice will make no sound I met a man he told me "Son, I can see you're on the run, If you tell me where you're going I'll tell you where you're bound" They put me off outside of town A cold black rain was falling down I lay my head on the red clay ground And slept for a thousand years I woke into a fever dream Where silence talked and money screamed And nothing was but only seemed And no one seemed to care I cut my teeth on the bread of pure temptation I tried it all and I learned to fall Like I would never hit the ground I met a ghost who looked like me I asked him, "Is it plain to see Or is it hidden?" But he never made a sound I was a lion in the circus ring A scarecrow dressed up like a king Innocent of anything Like love and going blind So I set all my clothes on fire Sold my soul to any buyer Wrapped my heart in concertina wire And showed it for a song I cut and run I ran until I stumbled I struck out alone a rolling stone Forty days came up and down I chased the river to the source I met a girl on a pale horse She pressed her fingers up against my lips And I fell down dead and gone