Moor Hound - Low Season lyrics

They found me with my head on my chest In too deep of a rest He never made good on a dream He rather sleep it seems Back down in a low season I don't think I like where I am going They found me in a grave made of stitches Feet still wet from wading ditches He overslept in this town An awkward wheel that rattles around They found me with a list in my hand Of all I'd do when given the chance He waited for what the world would bring But the world never owed him a thing