Here I am, standing firm As the ground shakes beneath me
I send you away with my own hand I try and try to remember
That for now it's for the better But there's a southern kind of tragic blowing in
Oh, it feels like the beginning of the end
Well, the Alabama moon fell from the sky In the sweet T. Wells red dry
Somewhere out there, you're finding yourself Back home, it's the end of time
I'm scared to death, pick up your phone outside
I hear the bells ringing, bringing ruin to all
That we have ever known
Pick up your phone, I need an answer Come home and call off disaster
Cause I fear tonight I caught it, let my fall
Oh, I'm cracking like the plaster on the wall
Oh, the Alabama moon fell from the sky
In the sweet T. Wells red dry
Somewhere out there, you're finding yourself Back home, it's the end of time
It's the end of time
It's the end of time
It's the end of time
It's the end of time
I won't just stay here, I'm mine
Well, I love the cotton, it died in the fields
The little babies cried the blue from their eyes
Somewhere out there, you're living in the moment
So come home before the end
The Alabama moon fell from the sky
In the sweet T. Wells red dry
Somewhere out there, you're finding yourself Back home, it's the end of time
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come home, come home and be mine
Come home and come home
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh