I had that dream again; the one with the wife and kids. I woke along the trail, bottled fire bruising my ribs. I lost at counting cards so count me among the first to dot this new terrain in drops of my failing worth.
There's far too much sun and too much earth. It swims out west where we die of thirst.
Our terrors come at night, silver tongues licking their lips. I woke covered in sweat and I knew that we won't live. I've lost my way, oh Lord. I don't know what I'm worth, but bleed this newborn son to bless this haunted dirt.
There's far too much sun and too much earth. It swims out west where we die of thirst. For want of freedom and destiny I gave my body and the rest of me.