Waiting for the devil to lie me down.

A box car junkie riding the train to the dark edge of town.

Tangled these curls and tortured this heart.

Left with a moonless night sky,

with the wind whispering behind.

 

The ramblings of a forgotten song, left echoing in this god forsaken, shanty town.

Waiting for the devil to turn around.

Covered in dust, wrapped in jewels.

Always wishing the right kinda woman could turn him right.

 

The patterns of these finger tips have connected every star in this West County sky.

I always knew someday I’d have to say goodbye.

I was only hoping for the river to wash him clean.

The water will smooth these rolling stones, but will never wash away a sinful heart.

 

He lives a loneliness only the devil can survive.

Battered and bruised by the choices I have made.

Lost in these woods, breathing life into me.

I was waiting too long on the devil to set me free.