When I left the town
The prairie sang its dusty song
With a croaky voice
Or a misty croon
On the sand-washed tracks
Of a man long gone
Verse with no words
Chorus of curses
Fumbling steps
And a tremulous beat
That rises like the tide
And comes down with the moon
I might be here by your side now
But I might be gone by tomorrow
Tend the fire
Keep my bed made
Pay heed to the vultures
There's too much at stake
And too many mistakes
On the shores of
This dark lake
I might be gone by tomorrow
But I will be back another day
I might be here by your side now
But I might be gone by tomorrow
When I'm not around
Something from beneath the waves
From the nightmare scenes oh no
Might creep up and between
Your sheets