Jumping back, taking back, screaming at the wall This place is aged are you afraid? Better learn to walk without your Ma
Shotgun and a pair of boots With that light burning so evenly Crack the door its feeling a little dark And I can’t see in front of me
Shreds of lighting rolling over head (pack it up and take it home) They say that patience is what keeps you hid (looks like the oils burning low)
That pond out back has a type of overcast That red moon is shining right on it There’s a girl, a little pretty girl whose yelling for her Pa who ain’t coming back
Time for a change there’s a feeling really strange Ready to hear the Lord calling Best be moving this ain’t getting any better Shots start firing you better start running
Shreds of lighting rolling over head (I gotta move on) They say that patience is what keeps you hid (but I’ve got an itchin’ to run)