Follow Me Down

Follow Me Down

The end of the week is when people seem to go away

It’s the worst way I’ve ever woken up on a Saturday

There I am all just shaking in my bones

And I’ve learned that I hate the telephone

When it rings

When it rings

 

The woods in the middle of the night is no place to be alone

You’ve been out there by yourself eleven days or so

Though you’ve been gone far longer than the woods

I’d trade my life for yours only if I could

So I sing

The pain is why I sing

 

Come on and take my hand

‘Cause all I have is a picture

Please understand

That I would go anywhere

If you follow me down

 

Worry is the crooked fiend that never keeps us warm

The farmer never sells his guns when we all buy the farm

That empty cup will be full again I think

Just because a shot is poured doesn’t mean you have to drink

But it helps the sting

It helps the sting

 

Come on and take my hand

‘Cause all I have is a picture

Please understand

That I would go anywhere

If you follow me down

 

What keeps me awake at night

Is the grief inside of you