You walked out alone, up before the sun; out of the house as the stars shut you off.
That old moon's still a half open eye...
Half-concerned with the streets that you slip down, with the fact that you been lost more than you been found.
As you walk your boots make a loud sound that ruins the quiet of this town.
She set out to crush you. Sorrow set out to crush you down, but she missed you somehow.
With nowhere to go but through miles of sun, bones of thoughts life puts flesh on.
You feel weaker than a spiderweb in the rain.
Down the street they're tearing the church to the ground.
New Orleans is washing her sidewalks down.
You had to get lost in that big old town before you could finally be found.
Set set out to crush you. Sorrow set out to crush you down, but she missed you somehow.

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ADAM J. RUBENSTEIN, DAVID V. MOORE