14 miles away from
A landfill grave
Never pawned my
Watch and chain
To the landlord living
Inside my head
Never paid my rent
Till the lights went dead

Then I saw my sign
Comin' up the road
A dead ditch waiting
For to bury my load

on the avenues
In the plain of day
I threw a roosevelt dime
In a bucket of rain

Now hold your hand
Onto the plow
Work your body
Till the sun goes down
What's left of death
Is more than fear
Let dust be dust

And the good lord near

It's a little too much
To ask of faith it's a little late
To wait for fate
So tell the angels
What you seen

Scarecrow shadow

On a Nazarene

Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness
Will follow
Children will wander

'Til
The end

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): HANSEN, KING, SIMPSON