Black cat walking by the side of the road
Come down from the hills to the valley below
Walking, running or waiting to die
For a few kind words in the cold of the night
It's all right
Follow the light
Blood moon rising up the side of the hill
The trees are all burning and the buckets are filled
Walking, running or waiting to die
For a few kind words in the cold of the night
It's all right
Follow the light
To where the water becomes life
To where the stars fill up the night
And it's all right
It's all right
Follow the light