You can tell a few things about the soul of a town

From the blood of the men gone in the ground

Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out

By messengers now

Was born here and married too young staring

The nose of the barrel down

Went milk to whiskey to the courthouse sitting

With her stoned in her wedding gown My birthday's in two months and I'll be twenty one

I am the second oldest to an only son

Third generation to carry a gun

I've got brown eyes like my mother does

First I saw blood was in a soldier's hair

Drying to his forehead in the desert air

I knew his name once but his face I don't dare

Recall in the moments I go back there Off the record do you see my tears

On my face and in my ears

As the silos reappear

And all our journeys have led us right back here There's something in the water we've been passing around

We've eaten the berries there is no doubt

Like our father before us in his paper crown

Kings of nowhere that was ever found

The angels that used to be guarding our beds

Have all wandered off and left us instead

Too strung out and much too sick to defend

Laying in the bathwater all lit up again It's not a rumor it's more than true

There's nothing I wouldn't do

Be somewhere with only you

Share a little of these constellation blues When it comes to death let it be slow

May I be hunted in the hills I know

Let God be certain I was ready to go

But keep that secret from my children though