December 2019
[Verse 1]
When did this old house start feeling empty?
Did I lose track of the time?
Its wailing walls call out to meet me
But I still say I’m fine
I know You’re still here beside me
But I don’t hear Your voice
I have fought against the silence
But I feel like I don’t have a choice
[Verse 1]
They say the road is paved with good intentions
But really it’s just our voices in their ears
So Wormwood listen up and listen close now
And bring to life their deepest, darkest fears
Wasting time in your living room
Time flies by; will the sun come up soon?
Another book read, it’s a quarter after 10
Nowhere to go, I’m just glad I have a friend
When I was young I wanted all that I have now
When I was you I knew this truth,
That I’d get here somehow
This is better than any place I’ve been before
Is there a need for brighter shores?
Come on down and hear the tale
Of a man with a bounty the size of a whale
A Colt .45 was his dame of choice
A six-round shooter his second voice
For two hundred years I’ve walked upon this world
Desert sands around me, they whipped and swirled
Learning the skills of what old men could’ve sold
Turning metal to gold using power before untold
You have a nice bottom, too.